The Fortune Teller
"Come hither and I will tell a fortunate. For you, my dear it will be free. "
She gives him a glance and walks on.
"Don't go and shake your head at me, come and you will see. It is a guarantee. "
Reluctantly, she walks to the strange teller.
"Ahh, that's it, sit, relax and let me read you. "
He flips a card from his deck to reveal her, and touches her palm to be sure. His hands were cold.
"Mmmm… you are tough as bones there, Madam, if I may be so broad. You have a soft soul however. Your lifeline…" He traces it which gives Margaret goose bumps. "Is like any average lifespan but it will not be pleasant. Death will enter these points and you will escape. But when the final time comes, you will not."
She looks alarm, but said nothing. Letting him continue on with his little game.
"You cannot escape death, not even here," he states. "It will come and knock on your door every day, but as said, you will escape but one day, you will not. When that happens, you will see me again." He pauses. "It can be today, or tomorrow, but even here, death will be in your eyes and will grow a part in your life."
Mad, she speaks. "What kind of sick joke is this?" As she swipes her hand away.
Calmly, he replies. "No joke, Madam. I am the one you fear. Be mad, Madam, but hat will not change the fact. One day I will come for you; one day I will knock on your door, and unlike the stories you have been told, there is no place to hide."
She gets up and leaves, and when she is back to the somewhat life she had, the fortunate teller was right.