I watched the bonfire, looking up at the moon to gauge its position in the sky. I knew for sure I wouldn’t sleep tonight, as I never took to tents. We were done toasting marshmallows, and I longed for one more toasty bite.
At this point, we went around the fire and told scary stories. Well, they turned funny when the guacamole monster was introduced, and we were no longer scared of the forest.
The stories ended, and Aunt Marilyn pulled a packet out of her pocket. “How’s about I show you all something?” She threw it into the fire, and the flames turned phosphorous green.
We all oohed and ahed at the colour and the purple smoke. But my stomach turned, not only at the weird smell, but at the sudden imagery in the fire.
There were faces, and skulls, and… a duck? I never believed in curses and witchcraft and all that, but… what did this all mean?
I was the only one who saw it. So the thoughts raced all night, and I was right about the lack of sleep.
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Deck: Cat Tarot by Megan Lynn Kott
Invader Stim Homerpants 