reading the bones

a spooky blink about love, destiny, and bones

prompt: bones
word count: 72

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"Choose wisely," the crone hissed from the dark corner of her shanty, words whistling around her crooked teeth.

Katarina's hand hovered over the pile of bones before selecting half of a rib.

"Now toss it on the fire," the old woman commanded with a nod.

Katarina hesitated, but did as told under the seer's unnerving watch.

"He chose the other half, you know," she said.

"What does that mean?"

The woman cackled.