Now “Raise your right hand and repeat after me.” The bailiff, a shorter-than-average man, waits for my compliance before continuing. He is bald on top; a half circle of fine white hair hugs his pale, wrinkled head. A piece of toilet paper peeks out from his starched collar, a dot of blood in its center.… Continue reading Raise Your Right Hand
Category: magick
The Seventh Word
“But it’s just seven words?” Carl sips his overpriced latte and leans back in his chair. We’re sitting in the corner at his favorite Starbucks. We always meet here. His beard is flecked with the foamy milk from his drink. Jesus, Carol. What did you see in this uncouth simpleton? “That’s right. Well, that’s what… Continue reading The Seventh Word
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