Sue didn’t know anything about tarot cards or reading tea leaves or crystal balls. She just knew the lady who did her nails was gone and her replacement told Sue she had a dark aura. She added a tiny protection sigil to her pinky saying to visit Old Nan on Blyth Street…immediately.
Upon entering, a bleary-eyed crone beckoned her to the only vacant chair at the lopsided table. Sue sat, joining the ancient one and five youthful women.
"Let us now begin,” Old Nan whispered.
“Hail Satan…” they chanted and Sue noticed they all shared a black pinky pentagram.
Lisa H. Owens
Just 100 Words
100-Word Stories - June, 2022
Published in Encore: Poems Collected by Jimmy Broccoli
Keep it simple, Stupid!
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