down at the Witches Brew page 3

 down at the Witches Brew page 3 by ric gustafson

Miss Mabel picked up the stack of tarot cards. Across from her was a stranger who had just walked in. Each time she tried to put them into a spread, they fell on the floor.

She heard the phone ring. She walked over and picked up the phone by the cash register. " Witches Brew this is Miss Mabel". She listened intently to the call. 

" Hi Martin". She stared at the stranger. Something about him sent chills down her spine.

" You're not coming". She frowned at the stranger. " I was looking froward to showing you a tarot spread".

" Are you sure?". She gave a frustrated cackle. " Ok".

She put down the phone. " That's too bad".

She picked up the cards. She tried to put them in order. They fell on the floor again.

" I almost had him".

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

She recognized that voice. " Nazarene".

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

" I should of known it was you".

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

She shook her black hair. " Suit yourself".

She heard the door bell ring. " There will always be someone else".

She began to walk toward the door. She turned around. The Nazarene was gone.

There was a young woman standing under the cobwebs.

" Welcome to the Witches Brew".

The End

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