Welcome Dear Readers to this week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge! This week we are asked to write a story from 33 to 333 words using the third definition of the word craft: skill in deceiving to gain an end.
The Dystopic World of The Angela Lansburyians.
Angela Lansbury’s smiling face stared up at Jessica as she slowly pushed the currency across the table to the Tarot Card reader.
“An Angela ten? Most pay only five. You are generous! I haven’t seen one of these since before the Lansbury Cloning Wars!”
“Has it been that long? Hail Angela!” Jessica said. “Who can keep track of such things with the world in the state it is?
“Hail Angela.” The Tarot Card reader fingered her cards. “Tell me! Today’s children have no respect for the old ways. I saw a little boy throwing eggs on the Angela Shrine in the city square yesterday.”
“Yes! Right under the nose of his mother who was reading her Angela Lansbury Bible “Hail Angela!”
“Hail Angela!”Jessica echoed. “Can you spread out the Tarot cards on my behalf, Sister Fletcher?” Jessica leaned forward intently as the Tarot Card Reader plied her craft. She closed her eyes and felt the secrets of the cards come into her fingertips before pulling one from the center of the deck.
The first card, the fool: Angela Lansbury walking towards a cliff. “A change is coming.” Sister Fletcher proclaimed.
Then the second card: The High Priestess: Angela Lansbury seated on a thrown. “She represents secrets.”
The Tarot Card reader then selected the last card: Death: Angela Lansbury on a white horse. “Death is coming. I’m so sorry . . .” she whispered.
Jessica searched the eyes of this sister clone, “Then if death is to come, it will be you.” Jessica pulled her knife and stabbed the Tarot Card reader in the heart.
“Sorry Sister Fletcher,” Jessica said as she drug her body to the back room, “but death needed you today.” She heard the front door open.
Welcome Sister Fletcher! Jessica said to the woman who was an identical image of herself. “Would you like a tarot card reading?”
Angela Lansbury’s smiling face stared up at her as the woman slowly pushed the currency across the table.
Until next time . . . I love you