smelled the roses in her arms. I looked to Maisie for an explanation, but she looked frightened.
Maisie stared at something behind me.
I turned, quickly.
Devon, back with his paper bag. He cast a large shadow. He stood in the threshold between the front and back of the shop. He appeared fresh, warm and electric. He wore a fedora, a pair of jeans and a dress shirt. He pulled something out of his pocket “Reach for the sky, baby.” He seemed to be pointing a gun; it didn’t look like a serious gun; a squirt gun to be exact. Devon didn’t hesitate to step right in, kick over the card table and grab the money box he found underneath. I guess Maisie hadn’t fastened the lid because the box fell open. Money spilled out.
I reached out to grab his wrist, instead Devon grabbed mine. He gave me a kind of weird and crazed grin. “Me Tarzan, you Jane,” he said then he kissed me hard and sparks literally flew. His kiss was deliciously disorienting. He copped a feel of my breast. He locked lips with me again, and I was uncontrollably attracted to him.
Devon pushed me away and stuffed the money from the box into his paper bag, closed the lid on the box and grabbed me. He grinned lewdly at me, as if he read my thoughts.
He growled at me and said, “Lingerie.”
Against my will I grappled around for the naughties I’d purchased earlier. When I found them I pulled out the panties and threw them at him, hoping he’d take them and be gone. He winked at me, rammed the panties into his paper bag then grabbed my purse, spilling its contents.
In the distance, outside the shop, I heard sirens, but I assumed it was me hearing the high pitched pulse of blood in my ears. But the sirens grew so loud they snapped me out of my lusty brainwash for Devon, and I grabbed the nearest thing at hand and threw it at the escaping man.
Maisie's box of tarot cards flew toward him like a bullet.
The cards hit him in his perfect little butt.
Devon half turned and he and I and Maisie watched as the box of tarot cards bounced off of Devon’s backside and flew upward. The lid to the box flew sideways releasing the cards from the deck like birds set free. The cards transformed becoming bright, gossamer apparitions in human like forms moving like a Japanese bullet train away from the scattered and fallen cardboard. The specters of the major arcana flew free and became like streaks of lightening; orange, green, yellow. With no warning, as quickly as they flew apart, they came back, shot together for an instant to form a large ball of radiant and shimmering light -- crackled , split, no shattered, and zoomed off in different directions, through the walls, out of the shop and away.
But one of those balls of energy flew at me and hit me like a pillow swung by a sumo wrestler and knocked me on my ass, taking my breath away for a couple of heart beats. Maisie locked eyes with me; it looked like she blamed me for the mess!
I waited for an explanation of what we’d all witnessed, but she didn’t offer one. I wanted desperately to get out of the shop. I groped around for the spilled contents of my purse. She helped me gather my things, and I took them from her, returning each item; lip gloss, nail file, wallet, tissue, gum… all to their appropriate pocket within my Alexander Wang, Jane bag. I don’t normally keep it zipped up and that’s why everything fell out!
Devon left the shop again. It was my turn to help Maisie collect her cards. “Take this,” she said, in an urgent tone. I figured I wasn’t moving fast enough for her. She’d handed me a tarot card, The Star tarot card. I stared at the card for an instant when the next thing I knew an electrical buzz and shock wave went through my fingers and arm. I froze, really froze. I couldn’t move. I wondered if I’d had a stroke.
The Star card fell from my fingers to the floor.
I watched it fall, like it was a snowflake in a dream, and I was in a land far, far away.
I watched