Moon

Tarot Meaning:
The Moon is a card of illusion and deception and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.
 
Entry:
The air smelled earthy and wet, a feeling of static filled the air, a sure sign that rain will soon be approaching this dry desert area. I drove around 3 days straight to come to this small town of Texas. The town of Comstock, TX is a nowhere town, west of San Antonio. To call it a town is a stretch, but it was a victory for me. I heard through a few groups I wander in and out of, that there would be an estate auction. Part of that auction would include a few vintage and rare books. It was worth the drive, even if my shitty Carola didn't agree. The box was heavy, but it was worth it, and the victory carried me to my car.
 
I am not usually one to celebrate, but this felt like the right occasion. I didn't know the origin of the books I bid on, but I always knew the signs to look for. And more importantly I researched the family. But these books would be in safe hands, and honestly better mine, than the old biddy with the crooked nose that tried her best to out bid me, this is one of the many reasons I hate estate auctions. It's always so much easier to just take the things you want from people rather than try to purchase.
 
I set the box down on the roof of my car and pop the truck open. I open it and start to shift some things around to make room. One of the many downsides to living in a storage unit that contains mostly shelves and books is that there is isn't a lot of room for clothes and other personal belongings. Most of the excess items end up in my car or donated. I don't have room for things that don't matter. I slide the box into a cleared spot, and climb into the warm car. I leave the door open to help cool down the furnace and pull my messenger bag close; I open a secret inner pocket and quickly flip through the cash I have tucked in there. I spent more at the estate sale than I had intended, but I should have enough to get me back home to Driftwood and to pay the monthly fee on the unit. I do some calculations and determine if I have enough to rent a hotel tonight, when I hear the soft crunch of shoes on gravel.
 
I shove the cash into the bag and toss it into the seat beside me, before looking up. The old biddy from before is standing before me; I stare back refusing to begin this conversation.