it all back neatly, but not orderly. I didn’t want to sneeze again. Sia was nowhere in sight. I walked around the shop, searching for the shadow man, Maisie, Devon, anyone, but they all had definitely vanished.
Anyone might walk in and rob this place, although I did see the security cameras in the front and back room. I didn’t know what to do, leave the shop? Stay till someone arrived?
I decided to stay a bit longer, gather my thoughts and wait until I felt less shaky. I sat at the table and pondered everything. Devon had seduced me. Had I really been trapped inside a tarot card? The deck of cards sat in front of me. The urge to lay them out and see what they looked like now that the major spirits had flown the coop was irresistible.
I opened the tarot box and pulled out the first card, death. Below it was the star card, but I didn’t want to touch it. While most of the cards held only silhouettes of the characters previously pictured there, the death card held more than a silhouette.
I stared at the young woman inside the card. She appeared to be of African ancestry, but she wore a martial arts uniform, and she had a big sword slung across her back, maybe even two swords. The small card made it difficult to see all the details. She was obviously a warrior; she looked quite sexy, I mean for a fighter in a dobok. I then searched for the devil card and found an attractive devilish looking character that looked like a Chippendale dancer with Devon’s face! So, he was stuck inside his card!
Good.
The star card, which I’d expected to be empty, had a picture of an attractive woman who looked a lot like Maisie. She wore a long dark gown filled with stars and carried a water jug. She smiled up at me.
“Jane!”
Omg .
Maisie had called my name from the star card. I looked dumbly at her. I propped the card up against the votive candle.
“Maisie?”
“Finally decided to join me,” she said, sounding friendlier than before. She went and sat on a large rock by a stream and dipped her water jug into the flow and drank from the jug.
“I don’t remember seeing any of that landscape when I was in there,” I said.
“It takes time to learn how to create a scene. Never mind all that.”
“But you’re in the Star card, Maisie?”
“I’m rejuvenating. Keeps you young for a very long time.”
That proposition intrigued me. Before I blinked twice, Maisie disappeared. I heard the flush in the bathroom behind me. The door opened and out walked Maisie. The stars on her gown became sequins, her water jug a glass. She quickly moved to the table and pulled the star card away from the candle. “No, fire,” she said sternly.
“What’s with the flushing thing?” I asked.
“It’s a way to transfer from the card limbo to reality.”
“So, every time?” I asked her, staring and pointing at the bathroom door.
“Every time--introduce yourself to Emilia, from the death card.” She held the death card for me to see. “Emilia Darkiness. You’ll be working together.”
“I think I’ll pass on meeting Emilia. I prefer to work alone.”
“Know what you mean. But in this business we can’t work alone. I have to put up with Devon.”
“Do us both a favor, get rid of Devon,” I said.
“Devon has his uses,” She said stating the obvious.
“Is he rejuvenating, too?” I showed her his card. Maisie took it from me. She put it back in the box.
“He is,” she said. Maisie picked out the death card and looked into it. “Emilia, are you ready?”
Like a pro, Maisie flicked the card three times with two fingers and then handed it to me. It now held a card with only a silhouette, no picture of the fighting form of Emilia Darkiness that moments ago filled the card.
Again, I heard the flush in the bathroom.
I’m not sure what happened next. But it went something like this, the bathroom door crashed
Anyone might walk in and rob this place, although I did see the security cameras in the front and back room. I didn’t know what to do, leave the shop? Stay till someone arrived?
I decided to stay a bit longer, gather my thoughts and wait until I felt less shaky. I sat at the table and pondered everything. Devon had seduced me. Had I really been trapped inside a tarot card? The deck of cards sat in front of me. The urge to lay them out and see what they looked like now that the major spirits had flown the coop was irresistible.
I opened the tarot box and pulled out the first card, death. Below it was the star card, but I didn’t want to touch it. While most of the cards held only silhouettes of the characters previously pictured there, the death card held more than a silhouette.
I stared at the young woman inside the card. She appeared to be of African ancestry, but she wore a martial arts uniform, and she had a big sword slung across her back, maybe even two swords. The small card made it difficult to see all the details. She was obviously a warrior; she looked quite sexy, I mean for a fighter in a dobok. I then searched for the devil card and found an attractive devilish looking character that looked like a Chippendale dancer with Devon’s face! So, he was stuck inside his card!
Good.
The star card, which I’d expected to be empty, had a picture of an attractive woman who looked a lot like Maisie. She wore a long dark gown filled with stars and carried a water jug. She smiled up at me.
“Jane!”
Omg .
Maisie had called my name from the star card. I looked dumbly at her. I propped the card up against the votive candle.
“Maisie?”
“Finally decided to join me,” she said, sounding friendlier than before. She went and sat on a large rock by a stream and dipped her water jug into the flow and drank from the jug.
“I don’t remember seeing any of that landscape when I was in there,” I said.
“It takes time to learn how to create a scene. Never mind all that.”
“But you’re in the Star card, Maisie?”
“I’m rejuvenating. Keeps you young for a very long time.”
That proposition intrigued me. Before I blinked twice, Maisie disappeared. I heard the flush in the bathroom behind me. The door opened and out walked Maisie. The stars on her gown became sequins, her water jug a glass. She quickly moved to the table and pulled the star card away from the candle. “No, fire,” she said sternly.
“What’s with the flushing thing?” I asked.
“It’s a way to transfer from the card limbo to reality.”
“So, every time?” I asked her, staring and pointing at the bathroom door.
“Every time--introduce yourself to Emilia, from the death card.” She held the death card for me to see. “Emilia Darkiness. You’ll be working together.”
“I think I’ll pass on meeting Emilia. I prefer to work alone.”
“Know what you mean. But in this business we can’t work alone. I have to put up with Devon.”
“Do us both a favor, get rid of Devon,” I said.
“Devon has his uses,” She said stating the obvious.
“Is he rejuvenating, too?” I showed her his card. Maisie took it from me. She put it back in the box.
“He is,” she said. Maisie picked out the death card and looked into it. “Emilia, are you ready?”
Like a pro, Maisie flicked the card three times with two fingers and then handed it to me. It now held a card with only a silhouette, no picture of the fighting form of Emilia Darkiness that moments ago filled the card.
Again, I heard the flush in the bathroom.
I’m not sure what happened next. But it went something like this, the bathroom door crashed
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