The Moon, Magician and Tower. [Friday Fictioneer]

copyrights to Janet Webb

The light captured the glass as the afternoon sun fell to the comfort of night. I parked near the edge of the forests covering the Golden Peaks mountain base.

I shuffled the deck, focusing only on the question burning my mind since the visit from Miliani. I breathed in as I dealt the deck. Past. Present. Future. I let out a breath.


Magician–On a journey.

Tower–Change and Calamity.

I reshuffled and dealt again five times–always the same. I watched the sun follow it’s final dip. I needed to get to Ksenia. She will know what to do…I hope.

Word Count: 100.     This is a small except from a story I am writing. I thought it worked well with the gypsy-like picture.  Thanks for reading!

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