In a candle lit room in a house not to

far away from where we are now,

The Old Woman told her

she could read her future, see her past

in her cards.

 

She told the Old Woman

“I know your future  I can see

it clearly without cards,

if  you  even dare

to try to snoop at mine “

 

The Old Woman did dare and when she was done

her now faceless cards fluttered back to the table one by one

like falling leaves in a  nightmare forest

surrounded by darkness and laughing river and a woman dressed in white dancing along it’s banks.

 

She gathered her cards

she put them in her purse

she blew out the candles

and she left

the room empty

and

it was

as if

no one had ever been there at all.

 

Bancroft Manor: Creative First Aid