up to interpretation

She doesn’t call them tests, but that’s what they are. She tests me all the time, pulling single cards out at unexpected moments and holding them out to me, impatiently waiting for my interpretations, making me think on my feet without giving me time to consult dictionaries full of meanings.

It seems like one card at a time should be easier than complex layouts, but it’s hard for me to be concise. To pull out words and distill a symbolic image into coherent sentences. I was never all that good at coherent sentences.

Today the card that appears suddenly in front of me is The Lovers, and my heart feels heavy before my head can come up with a proper response.

It’s not about love, I say when I manage to untie my tongue. It’s about choices.

Good, she says as she puts the card back in the deck, a soft, sad smile tugging at her lips. Though if it is about love, there are no choices.


About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

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clark gable · November 25, 2011 at 3:37 pm

There is so much of myself in this story. Thank you.

Shannon · November 27, 2011 at 8:42 pm

There is a spelling error in this sentence “It seems like one card at a time sould be easier than…” *Should.

Beautiful story, once again!

    erin · November 28, 2011 at 9:56 am

    Eep, thank you! Normally the typos are caught pre-posting, not sure how that one managed to slip in.

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