down at the Witches Brew page 3

down at the Witches Brew page 3 by ric Gustafson


Miss Mabel bent down and picked up the stack of tarot cards. She had been trying to put them into a tarot spread. She was trying to impress the customer who was sitting across from her. She was frustrated because each time she tried to put the cards into a spread, they fell onto the floor.
She heard the phone ring. She picked it up. " Witches Brew this is Miss Mabel". " Hi Martin". She stared at her new customer. " I've been waiting for you to show you my tarot spread".
" You're not coming". She frowned. " Why is that?. She noticed that her customer was wearing all white. " A turkey" she cackled. " Are you sure you are not coming?". She frowned again. " Ok".
" Can you believe it" she loudly cackled. " He wanted to check out that a turkey was spotted on Main Street near the YMCA".
She frowned at the customer. " I almost had him".
Jesus shook his head as the tarot cards fell again onto the floor. " You can't have him".
Just then, she recognized the voice. " Nazarene".
Jesus put his scarred hands on the edge of the booth. " He's confused but he believes in me".
Miss Mabel shook her head. " " I should of realized it was you when I could not shuffle my cards".
Jesus stared at her. " Do not tempt him any longer with your sorcery".
She shook her black hair. " Suit yourself". She heard the bell ring. " There will always be someone else". She stood up and began to walk toward the door. She turned to see that the Nazarene was gone.
She noticed a young woman in the doorway. She gave a loud cackle. " Welcome to the Witches Brew".

The End


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