What the Cards Say to Each Other


Cards from the Morgan-Greer Tarot

King of Rods: “That was an interesting reading! I was very clear on what the Seeker was to do, and you, Fool, you did not make clear what the consequences would be if they were to take the action they want to take!”

The Fool: “With you on the one side, pushing your vision, and the Empress on the other side,  insisting on balancing things, what was I to do!”

The Empress: “Fool, I do not always appreciate you trying to turn balance into risk! I could not temper the King of Rods, but I could temper you!”

So Be It!

(c) November 2017
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Little Things Count

Earth Day Flash Fiction

The war had been going on for many years. All over the earth actions had been taken – grave actions, with consequences that went far beyond what the eye could see. The land was disintegrating, the seas were being poisoned, fires were ravaging the land, the winds were wrecking carnage.

The Council had met many times, under clandestine circumstances, in Zurich, Hong Kong, New York, and London. No one ever saw them together, no one knew what they discussed, no one knew the financial considerations.

Earth needed to be saved, and saved now. That is what the Watchers were there for.

(c) April 2015 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Skill of the Mask

Flash Fiction

There are masks all around us – every day, everywhere. Some are shoddy, and slip easily. Some are created with great care, and wear well. Does your mask wear well? Do you wear your mask, or does it wear you? If you wear your mask, in the blink of an eye you can take it off and replace it. If it wears you – well, it might be there forever, essentially becoming a false mask, or it might slip off entirely, without you being aware, and leaving you open to the world.

How important is your mask to you? It is a connundrum.

(c) September 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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In The Dead Of The Night

Flash Fiction

I love walking in the dead of the night. As a kid, in our neighborhood it was perfectly safe to do so . Now, of course, times have changed. But I still love walking in areas that are well lit, late at night.  It is quiet, and I can think.

Walking by the houses, one imagines the stories that they have to tell. The streetlights, the trees, the well tended yards – they are all part of the story.

Past, present, and future become one in the gateway of night. We write, and rewrite, our stories. Choose your ending wisely, my friend!

(c) August 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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Holding Time In Our Hands


Time is such an elusive quality, she thought. Can we really hold it in our hands? Time just seemed to slip away, for no reason. It was there, and then it wasn’t. The times that she tried to hold onto it were the times when she became the most frustrated.

Life went so much better when she ignored time, when it held only a minimal place in her life. Time seemed to be the curtain opening and closing on the performance of life.

The ebb and flow of life was just that – movement that was never meant to end.

(c) August 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Party

Mardi Gras Mask

Which mask shall I wear tonight. Everybody will be there – it must be a good one. Nothing dark – let me see what I have in the line of carefree and innocent. This might do – light color, light weight, easy to wear.

I have no intent tonight, nothing to accomplish (other than enjoying myself). It will be interesting to watch the others, as they play their stories out. Some stories are dark and intense, some are frivelous, some are outright evil.

I know who to stay away from, and I know who to draw into my flame. Here’s to my flame!

(c) July 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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Parallel Worlds

flash fiction

Image from the Shadowscapes Tarot, Stephanie Pui-Mun Law,
Llewellyn Publications, 2011.

Staring into the void, viewing all that was, that is, and that can be. Whatever can be envisioned, can be envisioned here. This is where all worlds have their beginnings, this is where all worlds become possible.

With a bit of confidence, a bit of will power, and a wave of the magic wand, we come to know that reality is whatever we understand it to be. It is both seen and  unseen,  becoming a mirror that looks directly into our souls.

The power of four – Fire, Water, Air, and Earth. In constant flux. What is real, what is not. Magical.

(c) June 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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