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!
Lucent dreaming can be tricky; best to play it safe & mostly follow.
Haha, I think that’s right. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by!
Ooooh, very good indeed!
Ah, thank you so much, Misky. Nice to meet you here. 🙂
Cynthia… you are holding back!
Nice montage towards last sentence.
Expecting unleashed ink soon.
Haha, thanks! It’s really fun to get back into this. 🙂 It’s been too long…
it sounds like that old car stopped just in time.
Frank, haha, I think you’re right. Thanks for stopping by!
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio
than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Nice six!
That sounds Shakespearean. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by, Mimi. 🙂
Love the straight, in your face delivery of each sentence. Gripping story, Cynthia.
And fun to read you at the Six 😊
Thanks, Denise! It was fun to write! Hope your weekend goes well.