Page A Day – Day Three

“Dora Hannides, PHd, Clairvoyant from California,” said the sign on the window of Mysteries, a new-age shop in Covent Garden I sometimes went into. It was dark and crammed to the gills with crystals and self-help books and tarot cards and incense and amulets and shop assistants who looked like dried out ghosts, as if they had been pressed between the pages of a book of spells. I’m surprised I saw the sign, there were so many others  – so many people available to tell me the secrets of my ascendant, the answers to my prayers, the meaning of my life –  this life – or if I preferred, the meaning of my past lives;  I could meet with the dead, I could find out who my spirit guides were – I had three, apparently, a Japanese woman, a Zulu warrior and a Native American (it seemed to me that dead native americans were very busy with this spirit guide business); I could find out the name of my soul-mate. John, a woman in Dublin had breathed into my ear. You’ll meet a John. He is your soulmate. She grasped my wrist with twig-like fingers until I gave her a coin. To this day I’ve never had a lover, or a good friend, called John. Perhaps he’s still waiting for me, just around the corner, all honey-eyes and muscle. Dora held my wrist too. But lightly, her fingers cool and feathery. She stared over my shoulder as she talked, as if the real me were there, a few inches outside of my skin. Dora told me a story. A story I knew already, for it was the story of my life: with one difference: in her mouth this life was a beautiful thing. A meaningful thing. Every twist and turn and collapse necessary and valuable. Not one single event, not one single action, not one single thought, was wrong. I was not wrong. When Dora finished her tale, she turned her head and looked me in the eyes, as if I had entered my skin.

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About Sandra Jensen

I am a writer. I was born in Johannesburg, South Africa and have lived in several countries. Currently I'm based in the UK and the south west of Ireland. I live with my partner, David Crean and my foundling cat, Rónán. I have over 40 short story and flash fiction publications, including in: World Literature Today, The Irish Times, Descant, AGNI, The Fiddlehead and others. My work has received a number of awards including the 2012 bosque Fiction Competition and the 2011 J.G. Farrell award for best novel-in-progress, adjudicated by Gillian Slovo. I have been awarded Professional Writer’s Grants from the Canada Council for the Arts, the Arts Council of Ireland and Arts Council England. The novel I am working on, Ten Virtuous Acts, is a literary adventure set in Sri Lanka during the civil war. I administer the In Memory of Vučko and AWABosnia websites, raising awareness and funds to stop animal suffering in Sarajevo and Bosnia-Herzegovina.
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