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A Fool's Address

"If I ever stop writing you letters something is very wrong."

How could he not have asked her seven years ago what might go wrong?

Was it because of his wish for something to last?

The implied promise he'd let himself imagine?

The too rapidly rising indignation he'd almost blurted out;

"What kind of fool do you take me for?"

He'd placed the Fool from the Tarot Deck on top of the only two letters she'd written.

He'd told himself it would be foolish to open the letters.

She carried the Fool inside her.

A misunderstanding.

A change of address.

Story by:

Laurel Kahaner

laurelyoga@aol.com

submitted at 8:25pm

27 September 2010

Laurel Kahaner's web:

http://web.me.com/alchemymercury/
SymbolicBridging/tarot.html