Her Magic Sphere

Her Magic Sphere

Her eight-ball’s sight was eerily on point. You could believe her predictions, and many made money from them. They ruled her life and were worth more than all the money in the world to her!

The Native Informer reported on the first Friday, the 13^th of the year. She’s looking for a thief—someone has stolen her heart! The wedding is on the second Friday, the 13^th of the year, December 13^th. This is the full-page ad running for Dominica Light Flitter-Moth Hummingbird.

I know this because I took the payment. Her mystic tone rattled me, or just how she seemed to appear. My desk looked at the double-sliding doors, but the chimes never made a noise, and the door didn’t open. Maybe that is how she got one of the middle or her last names.

The first thing I thought…. there’s an interesting story here!

I, the investigating reporter and curious fellow eight-ball enthusiasts, must find the answers for all of the Native Informer’s readers. After my heart slowed to a normal rhythm, I swallowed and mustered up enough composer to ask how you met. She looked over a dark pair of cat sunglasses, and I swear I felt her looking into my soul. I dropped my head and continued to process the ad to her specific requirements. She wanted to include a photo, but I wondered if I could because it took four tries to capture the look Dominica was looking for. I thought it was a look of desperation, a serial killer, or an aging woman hearing her internal clock ticking way too loud.

A few seconds later, she stunned me with,” I haven’t met him yet; my eight-ball told me what to do to meet him.”. I stood there dumbfounded, grappling with my thoughts and trying to figure out the next question without appearing judgmental or doubtful. I’ve known Dominica since kindergarten and found her odd, even at five.

Dominica’s parents abandoned the children when the oldest was fifteen. Rumors claim they died in a car crash ten minutes after they exited the reservation, but I don’t know what they did with their bodies. If someone leaves the reservation for a life outside, they’re dead to us, whether it's true or not. That is the one story I’m forbidden to investigate.

Dominica is an exciting subject matter on her own. She is the third of five children who live in the same house she was born in. When Molly and Peter, the twins, earned scholarships to cover their education, Dominica stayed with the younger twins, Casper and Kelly. Each of the other siblings built or bought a home through the expansion program the government offers to professional individuals who wish to remain on the reservation and use their degrees in our community after college. The older brother is a doctor, and the older sister became a veterinarian.

Dominica was the only single birth of four pregnancies. People say she received her gift of sight and premonition from her twin, who didn’t split from the egg; when she was born, doctors had to remove a growth from Dominica’s back. Dominica has been seen talking to someone who seems behind her on her left, but no one else is there. She didn’t go to college like her siblings, but she has never been behind on any bills and has paid for the younger brothers to get their doctorates. She would do private readings for anyone who wanted for a fee from an office downtown.

I believe in her gift because she predicted my breast cancer and would not let me listen to healthcare advice about waiting until forty for my first mammogram after seeking a second opinion; I was diagnosed with stage four Metastatic breast cancer at twenty-three. After a double mastectomy and chemo, I’ve been cancer-free for twenty-five years. Other people have been diagnosed through her sight, and they are, too, still alive.

Different people have found love after a reading from Dominica. Some people have paid off over $100k in education costs after predictions, but Dominica swears she doesn’t use her gifts for personal gain. I challenged that statement. Isn’t the ad an individual gain from your magic sphere? Her answer was a resounding “NO.” I immediately asked for an explanation because she said the eight-ball told her to place the ad earlier. She smiled, removed her sunglasses, and pulled the chair close to the desk.

With the most perky attitude I’ve ever seen adorning her face, she began, "I will not ever use my gift for personal gain. I had dreams of another reader in Jacksonville, and I called him before coming here today. He completed a tarot reading over the phone. I didn’t want to see him in person until I knew it wasn’t him. I saw a face in my dream last night, and after speaking to Matt this morning, I see clearly. I don’t know how or when, but I know we’ll meet within the next month. In my dream last night, I saw some initials. I can’t or don’t want to share them yet. I will predict something for him, and he will be so grateful. I know that I will be happy to get married. I’m 40. My eggs are geriatric already. Motherhood may have escaped me, but I have someone to share the rest of my life with who would be willing to put a ring on my finger. I’d be over the moon!”

I followed up every first day of the month, and Dominica introduced me to Derrian Xavier Cloud in forty-nine days.

Unfortunately, I never saw her alive again. She got too busy with loving to do readings or predictions. Maybe she would have seen the method of the way he had planned to kill himself on his birthday. I gave birth to my first set of twins the day they married. They were married on December 13 and died within twenty-four hours.

For someone who asked about the eight ball, everything; WHY?