Category: Dream

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.

Weaver’s path cuts across road and field. But the old woman crossed here first. Some battles are best left in theory.736 words.

77 words of yet another puzzle piece. Black cocks and red roosters. But who crows the loudest?

Let’s go play the slot machines! Just because there’s a faded actor holding gambling addiction classes in the back and a preacher that likes calling me a whore hanging around doesn’t mean Weaver can’t have fun. Right?1,992 words.

Weaver’s shoulder is still on the mend. Her temper however, is still short as ever.469 words.

One day Keri is going to learn that for her, there is no such thing as a mere dream. That day is not today.166 words.

Weaver answers a summons to a manor and winds up in a parade. Neither business is completed to satisfaction.630 words.

The conversation interrupted by the past is finally concluded. Weaver shakes off the remnants of a brief episode while her conversant rubs in what she’s still unwilling to accept.522 words