#102 Ten of Ink
We’ve been on the run for five days and nights. I sleep. My mother doesn’t. There is fear in her eyes. My thirteenth birthday passed five days ago but unlike my brother I didn’t get a cake. Instead, I was woken up in the middle of the night and taken away.
She believes there’s a place I can go to be free. If we stay I will be branded just like my mother.
She puts her hair up in a bun to cool off. I can see a letter burned into the back of her neck, glistening by the moonlight.
Click on a card below to learn more about the Tarot deck that inspired this story:
Ace of Ink | Two of Ink | Three of Ink | Four of Ink | Five of Ink | Six of Ink | Seven of Ink | Eight of Ink | Nine of Ink | Ten of Ink
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