FFF Scrying

Hiya Readers!  It’s time for Flash Fiction Friday, when Tom from Three Spelling Mistakes posts a photo and a challenge for us to write about!  Join in!  Click on his blog to see what he and other amazing writers saw in this photo.  My take is below:  Here’s the challenge:

Character Limit: 2,014 (without spaces)… or if you can’t count characters, 201.4 words.
Required Words: Scrying
Forbidden Name: Justin Bieber
Extra Credit: Predict something that will happen in 2014. But don’t predict a specific person’s death — that’s bad karma.

Bonus Words: If your prediction comes true, +100 words you can tack onto a future FFF!
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I got out of work early and walked to the train a different way.  I turned down the seediest street in town – passed the pawn shop, the adult book store, and what’s this?  There was a new sign out front of the horrible massage parlor – “Madame Sarah’s Scrying Shop.”  I stopped to read the lettering on the door, “Fortune Teller Extraordinaire! Test the crystal ball to see your future!  Grand Opening Discounts!”  I had a “what the hell?” moment and pushed open the door.  The old-fashioned bell tolled announcing my arrival.  I expected an old woman in a fringed shawl, and spooky dark rooms with incense burning.  
I was surprised by the white walls, the sparse, zen furnishings and New Age Musak, with trendy track lighting.  I was even more surprised by the woman at the desk… maybe she was a receptionist?  “May I help you?” she piped up in a bright cheery voice.  She was the most beautiful young woman I’d seen in a while.   I glanced at the pricing sheet in a silver frame – a 15-minute reading was only $15.  I could spring for that, just for the entertainment value. 
“I’d like a reading, with the crystal ball,” I said. She smiled and nodded. 
“Right this way! You may call me Sarah!”  I was shocked that she was Madame Sarah.  She looked more like a commercial for cosmetics.  She led me down the hallway to a comfortable room in the back.  There was a table with a chair on either side, with the pristine ball in the center.  She pointed to the padded swivel chair, and sat in the straight chair opposite.  She asked me to write down questions I wanted answered.  I wrote a quick list – about my job, the World Series winner, and my love life.  She smirked.
“May I take your hand?” she asked. I stretched my hand out to her.  She stared into my eyes.  I felt the most intense jolt of sexual energy!  I looked down, and my eyes landed on her gorgeous chest.  That didn’t help!  I looked back up.  She had closed her eyes and was breathing very deeply.  She placed her hands on the ball, then opened her eyes to peer into it.  All I could see was her beautiful deep blue eyes. 
She gasped, whispering, “I can’t say.  I sorry.” 
“What?  I thought…”
She spoke quickly.  “You should go.  It’s not you, exactly.  It’s never happened before, but… I um..saw myself!” she admitted. 
“It’s okay… tell me,” I requested.  She blushed!
“I… you… um… well… you see… we…” 
She came around the table, sat on my lap facing me, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me like I have never been kissed.  I like this future! 

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6 thoughts on “FFF Scrying”

  1. I agree with Sillyone, happy endings of all varieties are wonderful. I wonder though, did they live happily ever after, or does it turn out that she uses her crystal ball as a means to a different ends with her male clients?

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