My Intuitive Gift

The book was a family grimoire handed down through the generations. It held entries from as far back as my five times great grandmother. How she had gotten it to me so many years after she was gone herself, I still don't know. But her timing had been right. She watched over me as I charted the movements of the moon and worked my first spells. One has their own gifts, and mine were mostly of intuition. A sudden flash of knowing would hit me like it had just now, sending me to put the kettle on to boil. The same cat who had slept at the foot of grandmother's bed and stunned herself among the Azaleas in her garden. Grandmother