Short Story 02.11.19
Updated: Sep 19
The singing tarot cards are a tool of painful realignment. Their music reaches into your soul and tweaks it until you are in agony. Once you sleep off the effects the world feels overwrought. Soon you’ll be gripping the rose hard just to feel the thorns. That balance will sustain you for a breath or two. Over time you will feel yourself blossom like a crimson amaryllis in a window on a bleak winter’s day. Within a month you stop squinting at the morning sunlight. Within a year your skin finally stops itching. Time passes but the brilliant flame within you burns ever brighter. By the end of the decade you barely recognize yourself, the transformation is so complete. You are a walking paradox – both dead and alive.
The prompts for this short story:
singing
dead and alive
tarot cards
rose
crimson amaryllis
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