Horoscope

No one was there. But on the mat, where a person might have stood, was a small mirror. She picked it up, confused. It was an antique, the glass slightly warped. She looked into it.

For you, who live in the pause between ticks: At 8:13 PM, you will drop something irreplaceable. Do not catch it. Let it break. The sound will be the first true thing you’ve heard in years. horoscope

She looked at the clock. Midnight. A new year. No one was there

She spent the day in a quiet panic. What do you ask the person who wrote your fate? Why me? What happens next? Is any of it real? It was an antique, the glass slightly warped

The older Elara didn’t speak. She just pointed to the book in the real Elara’s hands.

A soft knock. She opened the door.

Elara snorted. “Unfinished Letter?” She flipped to a random page.