Daisy drank the tea, even though it tasted like burnt tires and twigs. She followed the instructions told to her by the woman who said her name was Serena but was likely something like Susan or Teri. She drank the tea, swirled the cup and placed it upside down on the saucer. Then she turned the cup right side up. What Daisy saw was a cat (a deceitful friend) and a raven (death or bad news). Her mind contorted. Who had deceived her? Who would die? In an instant she knew, and something would have to be done.
Max entered the room. “Daisy?” On the table was an empty teacup marked with Daisy’s usual color of lipstick.
Picking up the cup, he thought to himself: “I wonder what the dog and angel mean?” He didn’t hear Daisy come up behind him, let alone notice the knife in her hand.
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I actually do write things that don't involve cemeteries. Right now I'm focusing on mini fiction stories. Let me know what you think.