Author: Keri

In a fit of depression I did not maintain my spiritual borders as I should. An object in my care was compromised during the inattention. A particular tarot deck had become no longer “mine”, and other checks later proved it to be under the influence of a malicious “thing”. The affected deck was physically destroyed…

Two clans pass each other on a dirt road. The matriarch of one does what the other should have done as the Monkey King holds watch.435 words.

Keri argues with [Redacted] yet again. This time over the proper layout of tarot cards.196 words.

Great. More grudges to carry.56 words.

Weaver encounters a kid with a magic gun. While she gets hung up on the differences between a pistol and a rifle, he starts to show off. Bang. 685 words.

Keri notices Weaver’s error and looks up the divinatory meanings of the cards played. It was just a game, right?211 words.

Over a friendly card game, Weaver whines about getting what she wanted. Some truths are best demonstrated than explained.607 words.