Sometimes I think the universe is a bad comedian. August was waiting when I woke up, hovering over me like a really fucked up guardian angel. He grinned.
“Morning, Sunshine,” he pressed down on me with his ice cold presence.
“Ow. What?”
“I meditated.” He floated up and sat cross-legged in midair.
“And?”
“I want my card, now. And I bet I know what it will be.”
“August, seriously?”
“Now. Get up.”
“Still ugly on the inside, I see.”
“Card.” He shot a wicked glare at me and floated off to the office, where I keep the cards. I followed, my head still fogged with dreams.
“I’m going to get the Three of Pentacles. I already know.”
“August, you can’t know already,” I said, picking up the cards and shuffling. I shuffled thirteen times, like I always do, then cut the deck. I flipped the top card over and stopped. It shouldn’t have been possible, but there it was, the Three of Pentacles. “Teamwork, like I have a choice.” August smirked and grabbed me in a bitter cold hug.
“Ready to go to Hell?”
Felt that hug. Very cool.
I really love this.
Is pentacles the same as coins?
Swords, staves, cups, coins...at least that;s my deck...🤔