Madrid Iowa Orchard Owners Stand Against a Counterfeit Prophecy for Two Thousand Twenty Six

his hand frozen on his red necktie. He looked as if he wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to have gone dry, his lips parting without making a sound.

“This is not a prophecy from sixteen hundred five, this is a bank transfer from last Tuesday,” I said.

I laid the bank record on the podium, the bright white paper catching the glare continue reading …