“Bu-” Saul stuttered. The boy shrugged and ran towards the lake. Saul watched as he dived in. It seemed like minutes before the boy floated up. Dead once again. Saul whimpered in disbelief. Had he just foreseen somebody’s death?
“Mom, I want to go home.” Saul said to his mother.
“Why, honey? The picnic’s just begun.”
He pointed his forefinger towards the lake. Saul’s mother gasped and dropped her egg salad.
“Oh my God…” she muttered and then fainted.

That afternoon Saul pondered this new found ability. How could it be controlled. He stared out the window, watching the trees sway in the breeze. A beach volleyball suddenly rolled into the street. Behind it waddled a little toddler. Then a car flew by. Saul winced.

Time to test his abilities.