7/21/17

A threat.

Take me back…

Photo by Simone Pellegrini on Unsplash

This is probably meaningless, but I drew the Four of Swords today, reversed. I also drew it on 7/12, but upright. It’s interesting to speculate on what that might mean, but I can’t help thinking that I need to get August to stop thinking about himself so much.

“Do you think Evelyn misses you?” I asked as he floated horizontally on the ceiling, looking down on me.

“Of course she does.” He flickered.

“Maybe she doesn’t. It sounds like she had a pretty fulfilling life after you died.”

“Are you trying to anger me?” August floated down to his feet.

“No, I’m just trying to get you to think.”

“I think you need to shut your gob.” He floated closer to me, but didn’t loom over me as he usually likes to do. Outside the neighbor’s dog (the neighbor August hadn’t killed) started to bark, a frenzied, snarling bark. August just stood there as if frozen. The dog kept barking, louder and louder and more vicious.

“Are you doing that?”

“You told me to stop turning my mental power inward. So I’m not, I’m turning outward, to the dog.” The dog yelped and stopped barking, “I just want to make you happy.” He smiled and looked at me.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“It is, the cards are saying it, too. And maybe, Writer, the reason I don’t want to find Evelyn, is that I like the power I have here.”

I turned from him, I had to hide the horror on my face, “I have to go get my stitches out today.”

“Hm, nothing to say?”

“Just go, August. And if you ever hurt an animal again, I’m going to take up scuba diving.”

“You’re not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be.” I grabbed the box of salt on my desk and turned back around. “Do I make myself clear? Get your shit figured out and stop acting like a tantruming child. You hurt one more thing and I will make sure you suffer for it.”

He stepped back, set his jaw, and disappeared.

Next episode…