The phone rang, it was the line on which those seeking hypnosis called. Goddess Marquesa answered.
“I can see you,” the voice on the other end of the line said.
“Of course you can, puppet,” answered the Goddess, her tone playful. “I am always in your mind’s eye, aren’t I?”
“No. You don’t understand. I can see you right now. You are sitting in a wheelchair by your window. You are wearing a light yellow print dress.”
Goddess Marquesa looked out her window. It was indeed possible that she could be observed from any of the houses or apartments in view. Her caller might guess that she was wheelchair bound from some postings she had made online, but how would he know what she was wearing? She seemed to have a stalker.
“Lucky you,” she said nonchalantly. Read more…
