It’s an Age-Old Question Without an Answer — Is There Life After Death?

Saving my life was her choice

Sandi Parsons
Age of Empathy

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A deck of tarot cards laid out
Image by Glegle from Pixabay

“I’ve never seen a reading quite like this.”

Moments before, the tarot reader had casually flipped over the last card. Now his frown lines were out in full force.
I caught my breath and swallowed hard. What does that mean?

He looked up at me, then peered back at the six cards. Was he trying to change them using the power of his mind? Long seconds dragged by before he spoke again, “I think, perhaps, you should reshuffle the cards.”

He gathered the cards and passed the deck back to me. After a quick shuffle, I returned them. He stacked six piles, and I once again chose a card from each stack. As he flipped the cards over one by one, he smiled, satisfied with the selection of cards arrayed before him until the last card. His frown lines returned, deep crevices lining his forehead.

I took in a deep breath all the way to my belly, then slowly released it. It was the same card that caused him consternation before. A woman sitting in bed, her face in her hands like she was weeping.

His hand raised to his chin. The classic thinker pose. His nostrils flared as he considered the card. Then without a word, he turned his head to the…

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Sandi Parsons
Age of Empathy

Sandi Parsons lives & breathes stories as a reader, writer, and storyteller📚 Kidlit specialist, dipping her toes in the big kid’s pool.