Horoscope

No owner’s name. Just the title embossed in faded gold: The Celestial Almanac for Persistent Souls . Inside, each page was a single horoscope, but not for any zodiac sign she knew. The first page read:

For Those Born Under the Sign of the Unfinished Letter: Today, a stranger will offer you a choice between a key and a coin. Take the key. The lock it opens will not be on a door.

But the book was finite. The last page was dated December 31st. Her sign.

No one was there. But on the mat, where a person might have stood, was a small mirror. She picked it up, confused. It was an antique, the glass slightly warped. She looked into it.

The older Elara didn’t speak. She just pointed to the book in the real Elara’s hands.

A soft knock. She opened the door.