Her shop was guarded by rusty dinosaurs. They told me it would be. But no words could not prepare me for the inside. Colors and textures like the inside of a soft, living geode. Objects of interest and desire. I wanted to buy it all.
She said she had to read my fortune first. Wanted to see if I was worthy of her wares. I sat across from her, a cloud of incense between us. I cut the cards and she flipped three over. She told me things I should have known, but didn’t believe.
I left empty-handed and afraid.