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Luck of the Draw by: Christine Schnell

Pallas flipped the first card over: the fool. "Ahhh..." She sighed her flat face rippling with pleasure. "He represents newness and infinite possibilities. You will have a new chapter in your life."

Charles looked to the Queen of Spades. Her short staff hung precariously near his head. The little flower she held in her right hand was crushed and bent. She must be undergoing a lot of stress. His right hand clenched his thick robe as he nervously thought about what the card might mean and how the next would be affected. He had to know how to handle Lancelot, the Jack of Clubs and his ace in the hole, the Curse of Scotland, the Nine of Diamonds. The Nine had torn his wife in half recently and now Charles had to know why.

Pallas watched Charles carefully for his reaction as she flipped over the next card; the wheel of fortune. Charles stared at it in disbelief. It meant that one had to go down in order to go back up again. Did this mean this trick in his life was over so he could play the next one? Or more, did it mean they'd come back for him?

He knocked the table intending for her to turn over the next card. Really it was just an expression of his fear. The Hermit! This was in the future position. What did it mean? He must go off alone? Lancelot had told him he wasn't a team player, that he didn't suit this deck. He'd been a kicker and didn't pan out. Did Lancelot know that his fate was to be burned? Was Lancelot really the one he needed to worry about?

He watched fearfully as she reached for the outcome card.

The Devil was dealt last. He sighed as it meant eternal bondage. He'd be in debt for the rest of his life to those people. Or was it just those people. He looked up with weary eyes to Pallas and she returned his gaze innocently. No, it couldn't be, could it? She wasn't one of them? Or was she? She was the wild card, the "mean queen" after all! Were they all against him? All the royalty?

"Who are you? What do you want from me?"

"Go ask Alice." She said mystically.

No, not Alice! The High Priestess. The hand that controls all! He knew his fate already was sealed between her fingers and she would discard him quickly enough. He wasn't suited for this round in life. He knew it.

Charles, the Suicide King, looked at his sword and stuck it in his head. He floated down to the ground stiff as a board.

Pallas looked down at the cards before her shaking her head in disgust. "If you keep doing that, I won't make any coins to pay for more cups." The Fool winked at her.

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please send me any comments you might have, good or bad. Copyrighted 2008 by Christine Schnell. Go ahead and share it with others just keep my name with it.
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