to
kelkyag's prompt
here:Eva and the opinionated tarot deck.
It was a quiet night.
"Too quiet," Eva muttered to herself, making her voice ominous and over-dramatic. It was silly... and it was begging trouble. She did it anyway.
Her nieces and nephews were all off doing whatever it was they did. Her aunts and great-aunts and assorted other older relatives were all off doing whatever it was they did. Her sisters and cousins were all probably taking a breath, just as she was.
Except she exhaled carefully over her most difficult deck and drew a single card.
The queen of pentacles looked at her upside-down. Eva glared at the card, and it glared back at her.
"This is my job," she informed the deck, but a guilty pang in her chest told her otherwise.
The Aunt was not usually employed, but Eva was not trying to be a normal, usual Aunt.
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