With a little push from a prompt over @thedailypost here is my offering for the writing of last months horoscope. I cheated a little bit though however and the horoscope refers actually very little to me and more to a varied set of circumstances and exaggerations that I adopted for my character of Rebekah. I consider these little prompts to be purely exercises, trying to train my brain to become a writer and i in no way claim that this is anything more than rough and raw material. Thanks for your attention 🙂
As a Capricorn, Rebekah was the sort of person who could quite often overreact. Lately she was doing that more and more and everything her husband did or said seemed to incite a riot. Her head was currently clear but too much so. She had reverted to a placid non feeling state where she just drifted along with no feeling toward the outside world.. She was losing herself, and her current situation seemed more empty than anything, where she was becoming a shell of her former self. Last month her horoscope had predicted the toxicity that would follow so accurately, that Rebekah was considering to blindly follow its comments from now on like a person of faith would follow their holy book. She began to feel guilty, wondering whether if she had paid more attention to it whether she could have avoided at least some of the negativity that now hung around her like flies at a picnic table.
Love, it said, would have a rocky time this month. It would be difficult and it would be tested. A drunken night had helped this one along as love was tested and love failed. It said passions would run high and she genuinely had hoped that she would find that at home but romance there was bleak and passion was scarce. Booze and attention had dragged her into its spiral where her mind whirled and reeled with desire and the longing to be wanted. The next day and the passion had subsided and the guilt had sent her crashing down the scale of despair into the next part of the horoscope. You will be conflicted and something will weigh you down is what it said next. This was obviously the regret that fell heavy on her heart during the days after. Then the conflict became arguing and torment as a storm drifted through the rooms of the house.
The last observation it had made was the one that had become all the more unsettling. It had said good news would follow, and then Rebekah missed her period.