One card fell out from the deck, and another, and another. Her mama smiled up at her, throwing the deck to the side and picking up the cards that had come during her shuffle, turning them to show her. The Devil. The Lovers. The Tower. All major arcana. All powerful omens. “You know what’s coming, baby,” her mother said, still smiling. “A storm. The only safe place is the eye. He is the storm. He will keep you safe.”
Ha! Love dream mom and her figurative language.
