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She stared at the last dregs of the tea. Trying to interpret the shapes it formed on the bottom of her cup.

She sighed, unable to discern what the future held. Then she noticed a redness at the edge of her vision. Was it her meds? Were they not working?

She opened the mystics book. And made a guess as to the shapes she saw.

Published by ArianaRose

I’m hoping to become a writer, playwright & novelist. I'm also considering becoming a Historian or librarian at this stage in life. I'm looking for opportunities in performance writing and publishing short stories in literary magazines. I study English and Creative Writing at university.

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