caught in the middle of the story
... Trouble was brewing. She reached for her Tarot cards and her calligraphy pen.
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She shuffled the cards and drew three. Past, Present, Future. Etta James' crushed velvet voice laid the backdrop music, singing of troublesome men. She turned the first card. The Fool. "Tell me about it," she muttered. She didn't need to consult the guide for that one. She turned the second card. Five of Pentacles - Worry: Intense strain and continued inaction. Monetary anxiety. Suffering, loneliness, and the need for comfort and spiritual guidance. Drinking, wasteful spending, and personal problems. Fear of financial ruin becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. Yep, that fit. If she didn't finish this piece by Friday, she wouldn't have rent money. Molly had been working on the Roberta story for far too long. She liked the beginning, and the vividness of the main character, but had no idea where it was going to end up. It didn't help she kept obsessing about James and the big What To Do. She sighed and pulled over Card Number Three. It was not the brand new automobile, or even the three cases of Turtle Wax. It was the Hanged Man.
Molly did not panic. Clouds and Silver Linings and all that, she remembered. She opened the guide book. The Hanged Man: Adjusting to new ideas through self-sacrifice. Intuition and psychic awareness come about by letting go of past patterns and growing beyond them. Inner peace, faith, and admirable sacrifices.
O.K., she thought, relieved. That makes sense. She wrote the highlights of the reading into her journal, put it aside. Pulled the story out of the manila folder.
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