When the future is crystal clear, terror replaces mystery. What would you do if the cards spelled out a murder—and the victim was your dearest friend?
Grab-Hold First Line
The final card she flipped wasn’t meant for her client—it was meant for herself.
Flash Fiction Prompt (190 words)
Her hands trembled as she turned over the Death card, not unusual in her line of work. Clients often gasped, whispering of curses and doom. But this time, the vision wasn’t theirs. It was hers. The image sharpened into reality: her closest friend lying in a pool of blood, the sound of footsteps fading into the night. She had always seen the future with unnerving accuracy—lovers reunited, fortunes lost, babies born. But never had the cards betrayed her with something so personal.
The clock on the wall ticked louder, each second pulling her closer to the vision she couldn’t unsee. She knew the place. She knew the time. And yet, the question gnawed at her soul: does knowing the future mean you can change it, or does it mean you are chained to it?
She gathered her cards, her heart pounding like war drums. Tonight, destiny would deal its hand. But for the first time, she wasn’t sure if she was the reader—or the fool.
❓ Reflection Questions
- If you could see a tragedy before it struck, would you risk everything to stop it?
- Are the cards prophecy, or a mirror of hidden choices already made?
- In your story, does fate bend—or does it break those who resist it?
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