Here is the photo and my story:
This particular month, for the first time in our valley, a psychic fair came to town. Most people I knew thought this sort of thing was nuts, so I went to the fair alone.
The air, all around the grounds, was scented with sandalwood incense. The purple silks of one particular tent drew me in. Consumed me with panels swaying in the breeze. The psychic, within, looked so comforting. We sat at her table and joined hands.
“What are you thinking?”
“She was such a beautiful little girl. Her favorite color was purple.”
“Try to breathe now. Evenly. Deeply. In. Out.”
“I don’t want to breathe!” I shouted. “I want my baby back!”
thank you , Jade, for our most unusual photo this week