European Psychic He had a pain in his leg and had not been to the doctor in over forty years. Something he was proud of, something his wife hated. He didn't want to worry her and irritate her weak heart, but he was sure it was cancer. He decided to go to a psychic, the one he passed everyday on his walk to the park, the one on Peterson. European Psychic the sign read. He asked her when he was going to die. She told him. He left quickly, put on his hat mid stride. He walked about a hundred feet before his mind locked his body in its place. He suddenly couldn't decide how he should  breath. Should he conserve his every breath, hoping to change his predicted fate, or should he breath rapidly, trying to get in every breath possible before he died?