A prophet’s job is never done, he thought as he sat back against the dumpster behind Antonio’s Pizzeria. It wasn’t his fault that his suit was all frayed on the edges. Besides, he had an important prophecy to relate, and the Almighty had instructed him to do it in the pizzeria. Standing on the table, so that everyone could hear. But before he could say a word, he was pulled down and dragged out the back door. Maybe he should buy a new suit.

He was feeling hungry. He should eat. He peered into the dumpster. Sure enough, right there on top of the pile of trash was a cardboard pizza box. He pulled it down and opened it up.There was a circle of cheese stuck onto the cardboard where the edge of the pizza had been. He scraped it off with his long, dirty fingernail and plopped it into his mouth.That was a good meal.

He looked up at the old fluorescent bulb that lit the alley, zapping on and off intermittently. Suddenly, his body began to spasm uncontrollably and his eyes rolled back into his head. Another vision.