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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