Story 3: A Graceful, Majestic Horse
"Spirit readings! Come get your inner spirit read!"
Shawn was standing on a desk in the police station. Lunch hour was just starting.
Shawn saw Buzz McNab walking by. "Hey, Buzz-man! I'll read your inner spirit!"
Buzz shrugged and walked over. "What are you gonna do?"
"I'm going to read your inner spirit. The image of your soul, dude! It's pretty cool."
"That does sound cool. Let's do it!"
Buzz sat down on the chair at the desk Shawn was on. Shawn sat right on the desk. He placed his hands on the side of Buzz's head and closed his eyes.
"I see... a green field. Mountains in the background. It is a sunny day, with just a few clouds in the sky. And in the distance, running across the field... it's a horse! A huge, graceful, majestic horse!"
"A horse?" Buzz asked.
"Yes, a horse with shining brown fur and a long flowing mane! It's running through the field at top speed!"
"Just a horse?"
"Don't you know? Horses are symbols of power! Ever heard of war horses? They used them in wars! It's a symbol of strength and pureness of heart!"
"That's pretty cool! Thanks!"
By the time the "reading" was finished, a small crowd was amassed. "Who's next?"
A little later, after giving three officers readings of a Lamborghini on a racetrack, a glowing sword, and a noble lion, Lassiter came by to see what was going on.
"Lassie! Let me read your inner spirit!"
"No."
Shawn jumped into action. Lassiter didn't have time to respond to the hands on his head. Shawn closed his eyes...
And jumped back with a yelp.
"Stay back! Stay baaaaaack!" Shawn yelled as he ran out of the room.
The rest of the crowd all looked at Lassiter and collectively took a couple steps back.
"Oh come on! He's just screwing around!" Right? He added to himself.
The crowd mumbled various responses and slowly dissipated.
And all Lassiter could think was, oh, sweet justice, what did he see?