The car whipped around like a baton wielded
by a meth-fueled majorette. Scenery blurred into dizzying swaths of
white and gray. I cast fast and dirty, knowing even if I could get the
spell off, it wouldn’t be enough.
Nate screamed his rage as the
wheel tore out of his hands. His head bounced off the window, but he
still scrabbled to regain control.
Spitting magic, trusting words
and order to ritual memory, body jumbled and tossed, my spell ended
with a cry as we slammed into a snowbank.
The interior was speckled with frost and blood. Nate wasn’t moving.
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Monday, February 09, 2015
Wheel of Fortune
by Colleen Foley
Seth blinked twice and shot me a look that could’ve frosted the windows.
“How…does…she…know?”
“I don’t know, it was weird. She was reading tarot cards. Turned over, what was it? The six of batons. Then she spouted some poetry. Insecurity brings the storm. Cry in fear…HE is awoken.”
I sighed before continuing.
“Then she screamed, said it was your father, and passed out. Took her two bloody hours to come around . I don’t know, man, but add it to the list of freaky shit we gotta deal with.”
Like we'd summoned doom, the car swerved, spun out, struck, died.
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Seth blinked twice and shot me a look that could’ve frosted the windows.
“How…does…she…know?”
“I don’t know, it was weird. She was reading tarot cards. Turned over, what was it? The six of batons. Then she spouted some poetry. Insecurity brings the storm. Cry in fear…HE is awoken.”
I sighed before continuing.
“Then she screamed, said it was your father, and passed out. Took her two bloody hours to come around . I don’t know, man, but add it to the list of freaky shit we gotta deal with.”
Like we'd summoned doom, the car swerved, spun out, struck, died.
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