By Anna Sanderson
The runes tumbled from Susan’s nervous fingers, landing on the silky white cloth below. Her desperate eyes watched me read, impatient for answers. I kept her waiting, slowly studying the half-familiar story.
“You were right to let him go,” I said finally. “He’s never getting divorced.”
When Susan left, the runes remained, staring at me in judgement.
“What? I didn’t lie,” I reasoned. “Not entirely!”
They seemed to speak back: Nor did you tell the truth.
They were right, of course. The runes said Susan was the one destined to be with my husband. But I‘d never tell her that.
Why did Susan seek her fortune from the wife of her lover?
Interesting. Divining method? Is it an occultic practice? Are the runes real alphabets? Raises lots of questions.