"The Turn of a Card" (Entry 103)

The worn yellow edges seemed to melt
and meld into her fingers,
warmed by her energy and expectations.
Tossed between hands like infants playing ball
rather than a deft juggler
Instructions told her to split the pack
then spread.
Followed orders, with parched humour
thought on how often she'd obeyed his
selflish
same barks.
Three cards chosen
from the lie of curled corners and dulled backs,
half wishing she'd never borrowed them from flaky friend.
(However well meaning.)
Best read them
yourself
alone
without booklet or another interpretation.
To follow her gut
her intuition.
Fingers outstretched,
pads pulled her future towards her,
as she turned the first card...