It was already a strange day; There had been a full moon just hours before and solar flares were bombarding our magnetic fields with subtle but decidedly odd disruptions. The news was bad, every unbidden thought that flickered across my mind seemed to herald some synchronous event. The dog, having a sensitive disposition had spent the morning whirling and squeaking in agitation - work seemed a bit of a relief. It was on the walk home that the nonsense got worse. Trotting along,completely unmindfully, looking forward to a shower and lunch, I pulled out my phone, saw there were no messages and as I closed it, the wretched thing flew out of my hand,several feet sideways through the air and slid gracefully to land several feet under a van parked on the kerb. I peered under and could see it: Mercury, in the shadow, laughing. I knelt down and stretched an arm under the van but couldn't reach. Now you need to understand that I'm not in the first flush of youth and though game, have my physical limitations. I would have to find the driver I thought. While I knocked fruitlessly on several doors, a few people passed, none of whom looked amenable to crawling around in the road. It slowly dawned on me that today was my day for doing just that. Divested of rucksack and bag I lay down on the edge of the pavement and pretending to be a bomb disposal expert to give me some dignity, managed to retrieve my phone.
It would be a vain hope to suppose that the incident was without witness. I hope someone was amused, I know I was!
Tarot Fool by Roz Foster
