The Tarot Death Card
The soothsayer turned over the death card.
The old guy who claimed he did not believe nearly died.
Clutched his heart, began having palpitations.
It does not mean a human death, she told him.
It means the death of one concept, to give life to another.
You mean like the death of a job, so I can have a better one?
Exactly.
He stopped clutching his heart.
But it was too late.
His wife now knew that he did believe in soothsayers and tarot cards.
She snickered, because she always suspected this.
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