Wednesday, September 18, 2019

Resurrected - Chapter 1

This is it! The end of the line for my first series I started writing, but not the first series published. I admit it makes me a little sad, but I've known for over a decade exactly how the story would end. Just remember--this is the raw, unedited manuscript.

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Angela

Angela Penrose fingered her tarot cards. Last night’s nightmare had been unsettling at best. She would have blamed it on the latest Godzilla movie if it hadn’t been three months since she and her husband had watched it on Netflix. It also didn’t explain the recent spate of other weird dreams she'd experienced. Or the odd behavior of the animals at his job.

“Honey, I’m heading out to the aquarium!” her husband called. “You need anything from the store on the way home?”

“No, thanks! Love you!”

“Love you, too!”

The front door slammed shut. Now why didn’t she want him to see the spread when she hadn’t even shuffled the cards yet? She’d told him she was a witch on their third date, and that had been three decades ago.

She quickly rifled the cards, cut the deck, and laid out five cards. The same five cards she’d drawn for the last three days no matter which deck she used or how many times she shuffled the deck.

The Wheel of Fortune reversed. The Seven of Swords. Judgment. The Tower. Death.

Bad times. Betrayal. Incorrect decision. Destruction. The end of something, or someone.

The nightmares and repeated tarot readings said the same thing. Something awful was about to happen. Something big. And she’d give just about anything if the impending disaster didn’t happen in her own backyard.

Angela glanced out her office window. It was an unusually bright morning for the Seattle rainy season. The icy top of Mount Rainier gleamed under the sun's rays. She examined the cards again.

Only one suit card. The Seven of Swords could be the seventh week of autumn or seven days from now. She checked and double-checked her calendar. Either way of calculation placed the event three days after Samhain. Halloween. A shiver ran through her.

Too soon...

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