I watched as the instrument panel on my old Chevy flickered and went dark.
My car wasn’t out of gas and no check engine light or oil light illuminated: everything just stopped working.
I looked out of the pocked windshield to see a tall burning building about a quarter mile ahead of me, encased in a cloud of smoke: an ominous tower.
At the same moment, I recalled the tarot card Misty drew for me the evening before – the Tower – and the scene in front of me looked just like it, symbolizing cataclysmic change in my life.
It was just a stupid reading, I thought.
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My eyes blinked open; the pieces of my heart still reeled from the recent passing of my sister and I knew life would never be the same.
Miz Cynthia,
Very good to ‘see’ you here, in Sixville. Welcome.
Enjoyed your story-ette.
A Six, like those of the mad-skilled contributors here, that invites one in with a nod and a smile. And, in that way of effective story-telling, pulls at us in a surprising way.
muy coolito
Thanks, Clark! Nice to see you. 🙂 So fun to write a story this week!