Mini-story: The Major Arcana

She was a tobacco blonde, and she wasn’t getting younger. Thomson watched her from across the way, sitting in a soulless coffee place but drinking mint tea instead. He found the spectacle fascinating, glimpsed through the steam coming off the mug he held to warm his hands. There was an alley where she was standing, and she would back into it a bit if a police vehicle rolled by. Thomson thought it was a questionable move; too conspicuous. She would have been better just checking her phone, o...