went to a psychic last night
before you ask
no
i don’t believe in any of it
all smoke and mirrors
illusionary medicine to calm a weary mind
she offered palm readings and tarot cards
it smelled of incense and herbs in the small candle lit room
she greeted me and took my hand and asked how she could help me
i gave a small evil grin and replied
shouldn’t you already know
she laughed at that
a full body laugh that was infectious and spread to split my face into huge grin
she nodded and beckoned for me to sit
she pulled out the cards and shook her head
i didn’t say a word
waiting to see what her next move would be
she snapped her fingers and the lights went out and five candles flared to life around us
a mist seemed to roll into the room
i was impressed with the theatrics of it all
then she looked at me and said something in another tongue
it was her voice but a second seemed to resonate slightly out of sync
she reached over and put my hands on to the glass orb in the center of the table
it vibrated softly and the clear glass coalesced with a verdant smoke inside
i stared as the smoke swirled
hypnotized by the tendrils swimming about with her off two voices humming and the strange pulse thrumming inside of it
you’ve come to see the sspirit
i said nothing
unable
to see the dead
the color shifted from green to sepia tones
in the center of the orb a vision appeared
it was me laying on the floor with a sketchpad trying to draw a castle
it flickered and there i was in high school leaning against a locker with a petite brunette hanging on every word i uttered
there i was outside the air force recruitment agency with a man in a green outfit talking and pleading
it was my last day home opening up the truck door and finding a lighter and note from one of my best friends in the seat
she had a knife and i was trying to wrestle it from her as she screamed silently about killing herself
it was me on the floor of the kitchen sobbing as she set her keys on the counter and turned to walk away
it was a thousand images
one after the other in rapid succession
dizzying but i couldn’t look away
and then a last one
a her i had never seen before
staring into my eyes so intently
locking me onto her beautiful face
and i watched as i turned my face away and the hurt blossomed as she kept staring
then the ball went dark
just another piece of glass
the mist dissipated
the candles sputtered out
the lights slowly came back on
i sat with tears streaming openly down my cheeks
the psychic looked at me sadly and passed me a tissue to wipe my eyes
gave me a moment to compose myself
that’ll be fifty dollars
i said nothing and passed her the cash
not trusting myself to speak
did you see what you wanted
i shook my head yes but it was noncommittal at best
it isn’t often someone comes in for this and it doesn’t always work but i hope you got some closure
i finally spoke
thank you
and i left and drive home as the visions replayed to n my head
it’s a powerful thing
having a seance for all your dreams that died
and that bittersweet glimpse of one not even born
one that will eventually die as well
so if you ask me if i believe in psychics and fortune teller
the answer is no
it’s all smoke and mirrors
like every thing else
it is an illusion
just holistic medicine for the weary mind
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Ho-ly shit, Mike! Wow. This is fucking awesome.
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thank you, i thought a seance for dead dreams sounded interesting
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Well you wrote it very well.
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it’s an idea i want to revisit, it was better in my head
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Shit… if it was better than I just read… wowza. *insert highly inappropriate comment here*
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That’s too heart cherning.
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Between the lines of your writing there is a touch of sinister, bad boy, and genius. And then comes into view…the little boy who hung his heart on the moon for all to see! Never a dull moment when reading your work!
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you are terrible for my fledgling ego. and i couldn’t thank you more. i try my damnedest to not let that little boy vanish. for all my cynicism i long to be carefree and happy. maybe the next deal of the cards.
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I’m going to buy you
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no return policy, just as a warning.
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Laughing!
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I’m going to buy you a deck of magic cards…get rid of that palm reader!😁 Magic works wonders!
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Still laughing…I am so embarrassed! Typing from my phone!
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No return policy would be just fine though…I’m a keeper! 😂
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Mike, you are a dynamite writer. I love the craft so very much, and I admire many writers here! You should look into writing a movie script?
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I am slowly working on a novel. About fifty thousand words in. But then I get distracted and write thirty or forty poems. And short stories. One day the words won’t sing and I’ll be terribly bored. Until then though…
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Awesome! Congrats. I’m writing a children’s poetry book for disabled children, with some of my photos of beautiful though disabled animals. Animals and children are very resilient! And That’s where “fairytalesbyMyth” comes in to play. Mike, I still believe your writing should be recognized as a great contender.Now that I have taken notice, I look forward to coming home and escaping into your categorical radical sense of any which way the wind blows!
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As a kid I worked at Easter Seals with my Aunt that was a teacher there. I have a very soft spot for differently abled kids. Let me know when the book is done so I can buy a copy. And I hope to keep you entertained for a long time to come.
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It will be wonderful to remain your fan. And thank you for the follow! What an honor to have you aboard! I can’t even believe I have followers! But I love all their beautiful faces! 🤗
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