Tarot

2

        "What are you drawing, sweetie?" Mother looks.
        "It's you." Son smiles.
        "What's that?" Mother points.
        "That's your new dress." Son continues to draw.
        "No, the red." Mother shivers.
        

        Mother paces.
        Father watches.
        They wait.


        A woman comes.
        Son thinks she looks funny.
        She smiles.
        He smiles.
        She starts asking questions.
        He answers.
        Her eyes wander.
        She sees the drawing.


        "It's mommy," says Son. "She's wearing her new dress."
        "What's that red?"
        "It's mommy's blood."
        Her eyes widen.
        She thanks the boy and his parents.
        She leaves.


        A few months pass.
        A murder case is in the news.
        Father reads.
        Son plays.
        Mother is in the news.
        Dead.