7/13/17

A bitter cold hug

Take me back…

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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?”

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