Apr 22, 2022
3 min read
Flattened
Her heart flattened like a tire under the weight of her own heartbreak combined with her visitor’s.
Stassia sat at the table staring down at the rose tattoo on the top of her hand as she shuffled cards. She stared at the cups on the table with tea from the previous visitor. The young woman who she had just read her tarot cards had been so wound up.
