Amaya Thorne 05/22/01
The sun had set into the horizon, as night fell upon the earth. Elipse sat down at her small dining room table and began shuffling the tarot cards in her hands. Question already in mind she began to place the cards in formation.
One by one she flipped them over; she felt a tension pull at her as she approached the last card. Her hand hesitated above the last card. A chill had entered the room. She glanced around slowly confirming nothing was there. Fear heightened her senses, her eyes leveled on the window just to her left. It was opened slightly and a breeze danced the white curtain.
Elipse rose from her chair and walked cautiously towards the window. Thunder began to rumble in the distance, the echoing sound seemed to last forever inside her small studio apartment. Each creek that sounded in the floorboards under her weight seemed to intensify her fear. The rain outside began to pelt against the glass.
Lightning struck, illuminating the darkness for a fleeting moment. Elipse froze as she realized a figure stood on the fire escape on the other side of the window. Another bolt of lightning pierced the consuming darkness.
There he stood!
Elipse glanced over her shoulder, terror engulfed her as her eyes filled with tears, to the last card of the tarot now laid face up almost mockingly.
Death!
Tuesday, May 22, 2001
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