8/23/17
An absolute.
“Did I ever tell you about Evelyn?”
“Yes, August. I know all about Evelyn and how you died and we've even been to Deadwater, the place where you died.”
“I don’t think she’s someone who deserves to be forgotten, but I can’t remember why.” He put his head down on the kitchen table. I fought the urge to tousle his spectral hair and try to cheer him up. While he may be forgetting Evelyn, he won’t forget that he wants to feed off me. I took another bite of cereal and slid his card across the table. The Three of Swords.
“Heartache and betrayal,” I said. He lifted his head and looked at the card, then slid it back to me.
“That future belongs to everyone. It’s a given. An absolute,” he stood, “but mostly it belongs to Evelyn.”
