A Truth Unmasked_The Final Soiree_Accidental good fortune_Tara Tarot
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A Truth Unmasked
There she is again – that face becoming familiar now from three pictures in the old family album. The face told him that the two of them must be related. There was that odd diagonal dark marking on the chin that he had never seen in anyone living – just the grandmother that he had never met, but saw in the pictures in the album, and this girl of about five who was holding him as a baby in her arms. Her chin was a match for his.Here was a reverse of the saying from the Joni Mitchell song, “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.” No one would ever write, “You don’t know what you had, wh...
The Final Soiree
Aunty Myrtle threw the best parties. The reason they were such a success lay not in the cuisine, which could be considered average at the most, but the experience. The parties were fantastical. Each party was peppered with an element of surprise which at times took a life of its own.I remember so vividly the Indian summer themed soiree from many moons ago. We dressed up in silks and jewels like the Maharajahs and Maharanis. Aunty's lawn was a sea of rich fabrics and glittering jewels. Dinner was set al fresco on low lying wicker sofas called paans, set in a semi-circle, decorated with colorful...
Accidental good fortune
He wasn't sure what dragged from that happy place, the one he often went to when sipping hot cowww.onedoor.ccffee in a cafe. His happy place setting is a million miles away from this cold and dreary town, in a warmer climate that seems brighter and more vivid than real life. He recalls reclining on a deck chair, its warm plastic straps hugging around his tanned frame. He's on a beach in South East Asia, cocktail in hand, watching the impossibly blue sky change colours as it prepares to settle into deep, velvety blackness. The sand is warm in his toes and the many people are dressed in brightly coloured clot...
Tara Tarot
Tara TarotOn a dismal day such as one might expect on a day that one loses their job, Tara walks with her sister, Scarlett, and Scarlett’s scruffy little mutt, Bozo. “What I need is a need a new job altogether,” Tara says.“Like what?” Scarlett moves behind Tara as a teenaged boy with a tall barking dog passes. He’s got a loose hold on the leash. Bozo growls. “Like something where my talents are appreciated.” “How about this? Scarlett pulls a poster from a lamp post. Tara grabs it and reads aloud: “Psychic needed for party. Serious inquiries only.” There’s an...