“An aura. That colorful energy force that surrounds everyone.”
“Yeah, I’m told we can have various layers to our auras, but I can only see one.” I nodded as if I understood but, folks, I was clueless. She went on with her tutorial. “Our aura reflects our health, mental activity and emotional state. It holds all information about who we are.”
“Oh, yeah. It signifies passion, love for others, enthusiasm and courage.” Sounded like a one-size-fits-all psychic reading to me.
Erin came bustling over. “Vonnie, can I talk to you in private for a minute?”
Gary took the hint and made some excuse about making a phone call.
Erin sat in the seat he just vacated and glanced back over her shoulder. “His aura scares me.”
“Gary’s aura is dark grey and black, and it’s moving and swirling. Has he asked you out? He keeps looking at you funny. I think you better keep your distance. I’m worried.”
Three days later, police came to campus and arrested Gary for beating a woman until she was near death.
Color my aura “Oh-My-God Scaredy-Cat Yellow.”
I won’t be online to read or respond to your comments for a couple days. I’m having surgery today to remove the saliva gland in front of my left ear. It has a cyst about the size of a grape growing in it, causing ear aches, headaches and jaw pain. Because of all the facial nerves, it’ll be a delicate operation. Color my aura black and blue.