Perhaps it was found underneath a pile of dusty, spiderweb covered quilts, or shoved behind a pile of outdated encyclopedias. A simple and small thing to misplace and leave behind…. or maybe something purposely hidden away, to never think of again. Delicate, ornately covered fingers uncovering and dusted off to peek a look inside. Perhaps stubby young hands grabbed without notice, shoved in a pocket for a later look. And the question itches at the mind, does it itself, tell your future…?

Could be it was a gift, from some half-stranger right around the time the sun was setting on the third day in the last week of that 11th month. Or a whimsical purchase from a used trinkets store, it glinted in the reflected sunlight of old mirrors and the want tugged at some memory long buried. Something slightly borrowed from a beloved aunt or taken from a distant and never-seen relative. Were you asked to take a glimpse at the events to come and fold it up, hide it inside, to forget only to remember on another distant day?

It could have been as easy as being handed a small card from inside, any card, pick one, and tell me a story. Amid breathing in cold and wild blue winter air or burning the smell of a summer ending in willing lungs while the sky slowly lit up with stars. Your future is only a single option from a list of many to be told, easily and fairly exchanged for a thrill at the unknown. 

Tell Your Future,  

 ~m

Part of a new series i’m working on, a way to stretch out those creative writing tendrils a bit. For anyone curious, I listed to the Carnivàle soundtrack on repeat while I came up with the idea for the tin and the words following. Creepy and lovely, with just a hint of disturbing. Highly recommended songs : Black Blizzard, Justin Calls Iris, Rita Sue and Jonesy, Babylon and of course the Main Title Theme.