1/19/18
“Gods no.”
“What is going on here?”
“I have no idea.”
“The Son of Pentacles means loyalty, Writer, you must be loyal to me.”
“I drew the card for you. That means you have to be loyal to me.”
“You cast me into dispersion.”
“And I’ll do it again.”
“Not if I cut out your tongue,” he lunged forward with a knife and stabbed it into the kitchen table. I smiled. He faded away.
1/20/18
I pulled Strength reversed for August today. He lifted me off the office floor and dropped me from five feet up back onto the ground. I laid there for awhile. Assessing each separate point of pain. When none of them seemed serious I moved. And then I cried.
1/21/18
“Have you ever been in love?” August asked, contemplating the reversed Two of Cups he held in his hand.
“No.”
“I have.”
“Evelyn.”
“I’d forgotten all about her.”
A vase sailed across the room at him.
“Nice one, August.”
1/22/18
“Three of Wands, a card that speaks to the future.” I sat on the floor, brushing Hellbunny. He purred.
“Mirror, mirror, on the wall…” August said as he floated above me.
“Do you think it’s possible to see the future?”
“Yes.” August unbuttoned his waistcoat.
“I wish I knew when I was going to die.”
“Death doesn’t stop anything.”
