“Why would it be an issue?” “We shouldn’t-” She waved me off, grinning. Her chuckles tinkled in the stark night air; without another word, she pulled off her multi-coloured scarf and peeled off the leather jacket she loved so much. Her eyebrows were raised at me, silently asking me to follow suit. I gaped at…Continue Reading “Tarot Flash Fiction: 0 The Fool”
