Marnie leans forward and gazes into the translucent sphere. A sky blue thread and a wisp of gold drift through the crystal ball.
“What do you see?” she whispers.
“A handsome young man with golden hair, piercing blue eyes and…”
Marnie leaps to her feet, sending the chair toppling backwards. Jeremy? No! It cannot be! Never!
The cards are worn and creased. They are not easy to shuffle. A couple fall out of the pack. Marnie picks them up, shuffles again.
“Focus,” says the young woman with the long shining hair, tapping the ash off her cigarette on to the floor.
Marnie focuses…his wavy dark hair, the tattoo on his left…
She places Continue reading