Tarot Prompt...
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chicatingI cursed whatever “keen detective instincts” led me to this bargain palmist, even if I had made a new resolution to follow where my excitement led, at least when I could. I begged Brian to come with me. “It’s good practice,” I coaxed. “in case this non-working shit goes on for a while. Filling your days and all that stuff.”
“Christ…I’m not going to be laid up that long.”
Nobody could really know that, but abled people, especially American men, never wanted to hear it. I left the words on the tip of my tongue where they belonged and tried wheedling again. “I might make an idiot of myself—you wouldn’t want to miss that.”
He didn’t, and off we went. The place was hidden away in a strip mall and a bell dinged over the door like it was a spooky convenience store. The tarot reader was young and dyed-blonde, surprisingly efficient for someone in the spirit realm. For a moment, I’d trade my future for the crisp twenty I handed over, but I was here now. Best to have the experience.
The medium turned over one card. “The Empress is a strong sign of fertility.” She looked over from me to Brian, and I blushed as if I were in junior high and she had my handwritten diary.
“Oh, we’re not…he’s married. To someone else.”
Maybe the medium rolled her eyes a little. “The images aren’t often literal. Also could mean creativity and that kind of thing.”
“Christ…I’m not going to be laid up that long.”
Nobody could really know that, but abled people, especially American men, never wanted to hear it. I left the words on the tip of my tongue where they belonged and tried wheedling again. “I might make an idiot of myself—you wouldn’t want to miss that.”
He didn’t, and off we went. The place was hidden away in a strip mall and a bell dinged over the door like it was a spooky convenience store. The tarot reader was young and dyed-blonde, surprisingly efficient for someone in the spirit realm. For a moment, I’d trade my future for the crisp twenty I handed over, but I was here now. Best to have the experience.
The medium turned over one card. “The Empress is a strong sign of fertility.” She looked over from me to Brian, and I blushed as if I were in junior high and she had my handwritten diary.
“Oh, we’re not…he’s married. To someone else.”
Maybe the medium rolled her eyes a little. “The images aren’t often literal. Also could mean creativity and that kind of thing.”
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