open -- an explosion of energy tumbled out, somersaulted over us to the front of the shop, proceeded to tumble and do gymnastics through the tight little store aisles, and not a single item fell or broke away from the shelves.
Emilia Darkiness, the woman from the Death card, came to a dead stop and screamed martial arts style, “HiiiiiiiYaaaaah!” Then she pulled out one of her two swords and began slashing at the air, stepping steadily toward us.
“Uh, Maisie, do you have a magic word to make her stop?”
“She’s showing off.”
Maisie’s show off death dealer sliced the tarot table in half.
I ran.
Before the votive candle hit the ground, she diced it into four pieces. Maisie didn’t look impressed.
The swords woman had my respect, but Emilia Darkiness wasn’t done. She then took her moves out on the nice comfortable chair Maisie had for readers in the front of the shop. She turned the overstuffed chair into small pillows. Meanwhile, I hid behind a bookshelf wondering how to climb back into the star card.
Emilia slowed a bit and instead of cutting everything up in her path she began hacking the air in crisscross patterns and shouting. “Ha, ha, Hiiiiyaaaah.” She’d bring her sword within centimeters of a precious object and stop.
I loved watching Maisie’s face twitch with annoyance.
Then Emilia stopped.
“No!” I said to her. “Don’t stop.” I wanted to see Maisie squirm some more.
That’s all it took, a little encouragement. Emilia started on another round of moves and slashes. I found myself clapping and cheering her on. “Yeah, twirl it, like a baton!”
We made eye contact and she flashed me a smile and away she went again. Then, as it was bound to happen in the tight little shop, Emi, I decided I’d call her Emi, bumped a small crystal ball and it rolled off the shelf, crashing to the ground, smashing into powder. It looked really cool, but when I looked at Maisie her face shaded over and scowled. Her posture became menacing. It was clear she’d had enough. She walked over to Emilia and tapped her with a tarot card.
No more Emilia.
I was afraid that she’d tap me with a card to send me packing, so I ran from the shop straight home and decided to get outta Dodge, just like I’d promised myself.
Chapter 13
The Sun Card: Glowing Girls
I went back to my condo and grabbed my suitcase. I threw in panties and bras, swim wear, thong and tops and a few other necessities. I didn’t plan to be gone for good, but my plan included a little trip to Vegas to let this nonsense with Maisie settle, then come back when she’d forgotten me. I figured I’d go to Manuel’s and convince him to go to Vegas, his favourite play land with me and use him as a bodyguard of sorts. Even though he was my abusive ex we still had each other’s back, sort of.
My biggest worry was Sia.
I decided I’d call Glendie and have her come by and watch out for the missing cat. Glendie got to my house before I did. She’d let herself in and grabbed a beer from the fridge – Fleming’s Irish Red, to be exact.
“I’m outta here. Something’s up. I don’t have time to explain. I’ve got to hide for a while.”
“Is it Manuel again?” Glendie was about my size, so much so that we sometimes shared clothes, but not often because we had directly opposing tastes. She was a natural brunette with shoulder length hair and some very subtle but swish copper highlights. She always wore false eyelashes which gave her a kind of ingénue quality to her look. “How long will you be gone?” Glendie asked. I packed while she followed me around drinking her beer out of a long neck bottle. Glendie worked part-time at Koldwell Bank and she had the day off. She dressed more conservatively than me, but she was a real wild woman at times. I liked that about her.
She seemed different today. Normally she’s perky and cheerful and fun, but today she
Emilia Darkiness, the woman from the Death card, came to a dead stop and screamed martial arts style, “HiiiiiiiYaaaaah!” Then she pulled out one of her two swords and began slashing at the air, stepping steadily toward us.
“Uh, Maisie, do you have a magic word to make her stop?”
“She’s showing off.”
Maisie’s show off death dealer sliced the tarot table in half.
I ran.
Before the votive candle hit the ground, she diced it into four pieces. Maisie didn’t look impressed.
The swords woman had my respect, but Emilia Darkiness wasn’t done. She then took her moves out on the nice comfortable chair Maisie had for readers in the front of the shop. She turned the overstuffed chair into small pillows. Meanwhile, I hid behind a bookshelf wondering how to climb back into the star card.
Emilia slowed a bit and instead of cutting everything up in her path she began hacking the air in crisscross patterns and shouting. “Ha, ha, Hiiiiyaaaah.” She’d bring her sword within centimeters of a precious object and stop.
I loved watching Maisie’s face twitch with annoyance.
Then Emilia stopped.
“No!” I said to her. “Don’t stop.” I wanted to see Maisie squirm some more.
That’s all it took, a little encouragement. Emilia started on another round of moves and slashes. I found myself clapping and cheering her on. “Yeah, twirl it, like a baton!”
We made eye contact and she flashed me a smile and away she went again. Then, as it was bound to happen in the tight little shop, Emi, I decided I’d call her Emi, bumped a small crystal ball and it rolled off the shelf, crashing to the ground, smashing into powder. It looked really cool, but when I looked at Maisie her face shaded over and scowled. Her posture became menacing. It was clear she’d had enough. She walked over to Emilia and tapped her with a tarot card.
No more Emilia.
I was afraid that she’d tap me with a card to send me packing, so I ran from the shop straight home and decided to get outta Dodge, just like I’d promised myself.
Chapter 13
The Sun Card: Glowing Girls
I went back to my condo and grabbed my suitcase. I threw in panties and bras, swim wear, thong and tops and a few other necessities. I didn’t plan to be gone for good, but my plan included a little trip to Vegas to let this nonsense with Maisie settle, then come back when she’d forgotten me. I figured I’d go to Manuel’s and convince him to go to Vegas, his favourite play land with me and use him as a bodyguard of sorts. Even though he was my abusive ex we still had each other’s back, sort of.
My biggest worry was Sia.
I decided I’d call Glendie and have her come by and watch out for the missing cat. Glendie got to my house before I did. She’d let herself in and grabbed a beer from the fridge – Fleming’s Irish Red, to be exact.
“I’m outta here. Something’s up. I don’t have time to explain. I’ve got to hide for a while.”
“Is it Manuel again?” Glendie was about my size, so much so that we sometimes shared clothes, but not often because we had directly opposing tastes. She was a natural brunette with shoulder length hair and some very subtle but swish copper highlights. She always wore false eyelashes which gave her a kind of ingénue quality to her look. “How long will you be gone?” Glendie asked. I packed while she followed me around drinking her beer out of a long neck bottle. Glendie worked part-time at Koldwell Bank and she had the day off. She dressed more conservatively than me, but she was a real wild woman at times. I liked that about her.
She seemed different today. Normally she’s perky and cheerful and fun, but today she
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