The Fortune Teller

One day at the Carnival

I peeked inside the Fortune Teller’s stall

She sat head bowed

Dressed in rags

Hands resting on her crystal ball

 

Her whispered voice

Cut through the haze

And background noise

 

“Every future is known to me,

Love, death, your destiny.

For just one dollar you too can see

What has been revealed to me.”

 

I took my wallet and reached inside

And, in turn, I replied

“I do not wish to know my fate,

I care not what lies in wait.

Be it great wealth

Or ill health,

I’ll pay you ten

Just keep it to yourself.”

 

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Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompts: fortune, death and kindred