down at the Witches Brew page 3

 down at the Witches Brew page 3 by ric gustafson

She bent down and picked up the tarot cards from underneath the booth. A new customer was sitting across from her. She was frustrated. Every time she picked up the cards, they fell out of her hands unto the floor. Her cell phone rang. " Witches Brew". She listened. " Hello Martin". She stared at her new customer. " Are you sure you can't come". 

 Something about her new customer made her uneasy.

" Ok". She put down the phone. " I almost had him".

Jesus quietly shook his head. " You can't have him".

Right then, she recognized the new customer. " Nazarene".

Jesus put his scarred hands on the table. " He's confused but he believes in me".

She cackled. " No wonder I can't shuffle my cards".

Jesus stared at the witch. " Do not tempt him any longer".

She shook her black hair. " Suit yourself". She cackled. " There's always someone else". The front door bell rang. " See I told you". She stood up and walked toward the door. She turned to notice that the Nazarene had left.

There was a young woman in the doorway. She cackled. " Welcome to the Witches Brew".

The End

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