Night 2
The Tarot Card Reader pulled down the shades, lit up some sandlewood and sage candles, and took her place at her divination table. After taking a couple of deep breaths, she pulled out her most valuable item, a extension of her soul: her Rider-Waite Tarot deck. A young man was seated before her. Concerned with the strange happenings lately, he had many questions but fewer answers.
Out of the royal purple velvet pouch they rested in, the Psychic slid the cards out into her soft hands. Immediately, she felt the cards' fiery energy. She shuffled the deck once, then presented the deck to the young man.
"Concentrate on one specific question and shuffle until you feel they are ready or a card pops out of the deck. An easy, two card layout should answer the question.â€
The young man shuffled and shuffled, keeping his mind focused and body relaxed. His hands whipped the cards into a nice neat stack, shuffling over and over again. He thought he was almost done when one card popped out mid-shuffle face up. The deck was ready. The upturned card was the answer.
It was the Sun Card. Upright. Positive news. Another chance at life. People seem to be joyous. But that joy could go either way, good or bad.
The Psychic collected the rest of the cards, careful to preserve the order. She turns over the next card and crossed it over the Sun. The Fool! Of course. Pictured on the card was a man walking dangerously close to the cliff, happy as can be. Careless and naive. Unaware he shouldn’t be there, at that time.
The Sun will be found where it ought not be.
Night 2 is skipped!
story brought to us by Leopold Stotch.