|Miriam Cahn's Familie, courtesy of David Roberts Art Foundation|
I can do auras no problem, always been that way. His was cold, with red rage patches indicating violence. None of my business. Hers was unusual: all ripe yellow fertility but with a halo. No other way to describe it.
Nice couple, shame about the kids, you might say, because that’s where I got the jitters. Auras like ghosts, like they were outsides but no insides. True, children aren’t fully formed, but they are balls of pure colour, in aura-vision. I began to wonder if the parents had only imagined them. Two little bodies, in place of two little people.