I’m… worried. I drew the Nine of Swords reversed today for the third time in a month. Nightmares and anguish. Always nightmares and anguish. August just sighed when I showed him.
“Did I ever tell you about my cousin Alfie?”
“No.”
“He was a year younger than me. He loved to swim, but there was nowhere to swim in that dank place where I grew up. Except our well.” August paused, he was leaning on the bookshelf.
“And?”
“Alfie swam in the well.” He shrugged as though that were Alfie’s destiny. Alfie was born to swim in the well.
“So, did you get him out?”
“No. I lowered the bucket for him, but he gave up too soon.”
“I’m sorry, August, that must have been terrible for you.”
“After he died Alfie could climb out of the well just fine. He climbed out every night and tapped on my bedroom window. Every night, tap tap tap, tap tap tap, tap tap tap.”
“Wow, two ghosts in the family.”
“See, Alfie never even tried to use his powers, he was just a pain in the arse. Tap tap tap, tap tap tap.”
“No more possessions, August. That’s final.” He sulked out of the room.
Ah, nightmares and anguish.
This is the line I love:
“Alfie swam in the well.” He shrugged as though that were Alfie’s destiny. Alfie was born to swim in the well.
Aw thanks!