The Theater

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Victor adjusted his cufflinks. He glanced up at the theater masks on the wall – a reminder that he placed there as a memory aid – that people are never what they seem. He was looking forward to this evening – the opera always put him in a good mood. Olivia was coming with him – an enigma within an enigma. Was she who she said she was, or was she who he knew her to be? He had a reservation at Eleven Madison Park for a late dinner after the opera. Would he complete his assignment? Perhaps, perhaps not. Time would tell.

(c) May 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Garden

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Images from “The Magic Moon Lenormand Oracle”, Heather Mendel, 2018.

Celine stood in the doorway, gazing around the garden. It looked like a stage setting, with the soft lighting, beautifully set tables, and the A-list of couture dressed people. Mark nudged her gently forward. She smiled, saying all of the appropriate words, but she felt like a bird in a gilded cage – which was exactly what she was. Here to help raise money for yet another project connected with the arts. She felt more at home negotiating deals.  But to do what you really wanted to do, to find your joy, you had to do what you had to do.

(c) May 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Falcon

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The Falcon – good memories here! Some of the best TV  ever – now relegated to late nights, if you can find it at all. A little light for a mystery – but it was all about mystery and intigue. The Falcon was a freelance adventurer – he could appear at any place, at any time.  And when he appeared, one knew that things were going to happen! Very suave, impeccible manners, and a magnet for beautiful women. That was the Falcon. I could say I wish he would appear, fullblown, in my life. But I rather think there would be trust issues!

(c) April 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Restaurant

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Eleanore walked through the door that Ricardo was holding open for her. The restaurant was one that they had been to many times – it was actually a time capsule for their relationship. What would today bring?

They followed the hostess to a table covered with a blinding white tablecloth, set with gleaming silver.  Georgio took their drink orders, while they sat back to peruse the menu. They both ordered French onion soup, followed by chicken Madrilena. Eleanore would let Ricardo order the wine.

The mood was good – today was going well. It was not time to move on yet.

(c) April 2018 Bonnie Cehovet

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210 Farrington Lane

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I can still remember the house – 210 Farrington Lane. I remember every nook and cranny, every closet. Unlike years past, I rarey wake up in a cold sweat anymore, filled with terror. I remember those nooks and crannies, those closets, because this is where I would hide, in terror, when the fighting began.  Raymond would pace the living room, saying the most terrible, frightening things. He would throw books, glasses … whatever came to hand. Then he would lock himself in his office, where he would converse with the devil. This is when I went into hiding – because when he came out, he would be the devil.

(c) April 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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A Majority Of One

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“A Majority Of One”. That is how I often feel. Then I Googled the title for an image – I honestly had no clue this was a major theatrical production! Jewish widow falls in love with a Japanese industrialist … quite an interesting interface of cultures! So … why do I feel like a majority of one? I reflect a mid-western, middle american upbringing, fairly progressive, fairly liberal. Oh, okay! There is our current political structure – this is why I feel like  majority of one. I cannot understand the why of it.

Off to find it on DVD – with George Takei!

(c) April 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Happy Squirrel

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Image from the “Shadowscape Tarot”, Llewellyn Publications, 2008.

Renata looked at the card she had drawn. She remembered when this deck first arrived, and how excited she was. It was a magickal deck on its own, with the added extra card, The Happy Squirrel, derived from an episode of the Simpsons TV show. Squirrels were active, inquisitive little fur people, and it was a good addition to the deck, in her opinion. Renata was asking the cards about a life decision. The Squirrel seemed to be mocking her, egging her on to take action. Was this a good thing? A shiver went up her spine as she contemplated the Squirrel.

(c) March 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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