A/N: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I should be working on another chapter of my other
story, but I like variety, so therefore, I am writing this.
This story is loosely based on a few movies I have seen through the years.
The Fortune
"Come on, Lizzie! Come on, Gordo!" Miranda said as she grabbed them by their shirts over to the Fortune Teller booth.
Lizzie, Gordo, and Miranda were at a carnival. Miranda really wanted to get her fortune told. She didn't really take fortunes seriously, but it sort of became a tradition between the three for the past few years.
"Do we have to go? I mean, you and I both know that you do not take this stuff seriously," Gordo said.
"That is beside the point. I mean, we do this every year," Miranda exclaimed, almost angry at her friend for not showing enthusiasm.
"Fine!" Gordo said.
They arrived at the fortuneteller booth expecting an overly fake extravagant old lady with some exotic old name, like usual, but instead, they found a middle-aged man with red hair wearing a funny hat. The sign in front of the booth plainly read, "Fortuneteller," so they were not expecting anything real to come out of this.
There was no line, so the man was the first to say something. "Hello. My name is Luke. Would you like your fortune told?"
Even his voice was plain and monotonous, only he had a deep Wisconsin accent.
Nobody said anything, except Miranda, who basically talked for the whole group.
"We would like our fortune read."
"All three of you?" He looked at Lizzie and Gordo, who still weren't saying anything.
"Yes," Miranda said.
Luke studied Lizzie and Gordo and their expression on their faces. "You two don't seem to eager about this."
"Oh we are," Lizzie said. That was a lie. Lizzie really wanted to go on the Ferris Wheel or do something more productive.
"Fine, then. Who wishes to be first?"
"I want to be last," Miranda exclaimed.
Luke looked at Gordo and Lizzie who looked at each other with various expressions on their faces, and finally it was decided.
"I will go first," Lizzie exclaimed.
"As you wish," Luke said as he led Lizzie into his small plastic hut.
Inside the hut, it was dark and gloomy as well as bright and colorful. Lizzie never thought she would see such a place or if it were possible, but this place proved her wrong. In the middle, there was a table with two chairs.
"Now, fortune telling is a very sacred art that is not to be tampered with. You might not be able to recall everything I say," Luke said "Take a seat."
Lizzie sat down at the table, which had a crystal ball and an Ojai (sp?) board on it.
"Now," Luke said, "Would you like to do the cards, the board, the ball, or the hand?"
"The hand, I guess."
Luke sat down at the other chair. "Give me your hand."
Lizzie held out her hand expecting him to briefly look at it, and then make up a few fortunes.
Luke, however, took Lizzie's hand, sprinkled it with a sand substance, and wiped it off, and then studies her hand with intense concentration.
"Your lifeline is . . . very unusual," Luke started.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing to be concerned about. . .not usually, I just cannot tell you exactly when you are destined to die. It usually does not mean anything."
"Okay."
"You will marry one man . . .(he paused and studied a certain line on her hand for a very long time) twice."
"Twi-"
"Silence. I am trying to concentrate. Let me see, (he studied the bumps on her fingers) Yes, you will have three children. Two girls and a boy . . . no wait you will have two boys and a girl." He looked up, pleased at what he said.
"Is that all?"
"Well, do you have any questions about your immediate future or your future in general?"
"Who do I marry?"
The man looked down at her hand again. "That," he started, "I cannot say exactly. I can, however tell you how old you are going to be when you do get married. Let me see." Luke studied a specific line in her hand for about a minute, every once in a while touching the hand and getting closer to see the line better. After a minute he stopped.
"Find anything interesting?" Lizzie asked.
"Interesting. . .very interesting indeed. Oh, child, this is not good. Your hand informs me of some grave news. Very grave news, indeed."
"What?"
"Let me tell you more about what I know before I tell you this," Luke looked into his crystal ball. "You will continue your education in America and go to college. A family member that is very close will have a small accident in the near future. Someone you know will get into trouble soon. Another person is to fall in love with you. Love . . . you are quite a flirt, child, and love is something you will never be without. Someone loves you right now, but won't tell you. He is scared to tell you. An enemy will befriend you in the future while a friend will diceive you. This will not happen now, mind you, but in the future. Beware of what the future brings you, child," Luke said.
Lizzie looked at him confused. "Why should I beware?"
"In the future, you will die if you are not careful. Beware the future, child. Trust me, just beware."
"Wait, what do you me- . . ."
"Time is up. This session will be five dollars," Luke interrupted.
He led her out of the hut, but outside, it was pouring down rain, and as the door of the fortune teller's hut closed, bells chimed nearby, despite the rain. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Miranda and Gordo appeared from a plastic-covered booth, obviously sheltering themselves from the rain.
"Lizzie, we have decided to postpone our visits to the fortuneteller for another day. Since it is raining, we decided we would go to the Digital Bean for some shelter," Gordo said, but he did not look to upset.
"Okay," Lizzie said.
At the Digital Bean, Miranda, Lizzie, and Gordo sat down and drank a soda and talked of the day's events.
"So," Miranda started, "What exactly did Luke the Fortuneteller say?"
"He was obviously phony," Gordo said.
"Well I figured that much," Miranda started, "But, I still think it is interesting. What did he say, Lizzie?
" Well . . . " Lizzie started. She wanted to tell them everything he said, but strangely enough, she didn't remember much of what he said. It was almost like . . . like it never happened.
This story is loosely based on a few movies I have seen through the years.
The Fortune
"Come on, Lizzie! Come on, Gordo!" Miranda said as she grabbed them by their shirts over to the Fortune Teller booth.
Lizzie, Gordo, and Miranda were at a carnival. Miranda really wanted to get her fortune told. She didn't really take fortunes seriously, but it sort of became a tradition between the three for the past few years.
"Do we have to go? I mean, you and I both know that you do not take this stuff seriously," Gordo said.
"That is beside the point. I mean, we do this every year," Miranda exclaimed, almost angry at her friend for not showing enthusiasm.
"Fine!" Gordo said.
They arrived at the fortuneteller booth expecting an overly fake extravagant old lady with some exotic old name, like usual, but instead, they found a middle-aged man with red hair wearing a funny hat. The sign in front of the booth plainly read, "Fortuneteller," so they were not expecting anything real to come out of this.
There was no line, so the man was the first to say something. "Hello. My name is Luke. Would you like your fortune told?"
Even his voice was plain and monotonous, only he had a deep Wisconsin accent.
Nobody said anything, except Miranda, who basically talked for the whole group.
"We would like our fortune read."
"All three of you?" He looked at Lizzie and Gordo, who still weren't saying anything.
"Yes," Miranda said.
Luke studied Lizzie and Gordo and their expression on their faces. "You two don't seem to eager about this."
"Oh we are," Lizzie said. That was a lie. Lizzie really wanted to go on the Ferris Wheel or do something more productive.
"Fine, then. Who wishes to be first?"
"I want to be last," Miranda exclaimed.
Luke looked at Gordo and Lizzie who looked at each other with various expressions on their faces, and finally it was decided.
"I will go first," Lizzie exclaimed.
"As you wish," Luke said as he led Lizzie into his small plastic hut.
Inside the hut, it was dark and gloomy as well as bright and colorful. Lizzie never thought she would see such a place or if it were possible, but this place proved her wrong. In the middle, there was a table with two chairs.
"Now, fortune telling is a very sacred art that is not to be tampered with. You might not be able to recall everything I say," Luke said "Take a seat."
Lizzie sat down at the table, which had a crystal ball and an Ojai (sp?) board on it.
"Now," Luke said, "Would you like to do the cards, the board, the ball, or the hand?"
"The hand, I guess."
Luke sat down at the other chair. "Give me your hand."
Lizzie held out her hand expecting him to briefly look at it, and then make up a few fortunes.
Luke, however, took Lizzie's hand, sprinkled it with a sand substance, and wiped it off, and then studies her hand with intense concentration.
"Your lifeline is . . . very unusual," Luke started.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing to be concerned about. . .not usually, I just cannot tell you exactly when you are destined to die. It usually does not mean anything."
"Okay."
"You will marry one man . . .(he paused and studied a certain line on her hand for a very long time) twice."
"Twi-"
"Silence. I am trying to concentrate. Let me see, (he studied the bumps on her fingers) Yes, you will have three children. Two girls and a boy . . . no wait you will have two boys and a girl." He looked up, pleased at what he said.
"Is that all?"
"Well, do you have any questions about your immediate future or your future in general?"
"Who do I marry?"
The man looked down at her hand again. "That," he started, "I cannot say exactly. I can, however tell you how old you are going to be when you do get married. Let me see." Luke studied a specific line in her hand for about a minute, every once in a while touching the hand and getting closer to see the line better. After a minute he stopped.
"Find anything interesting?" Lizzie asked.
"Interesting. . .very interesting indeed. Oh, child, this is not good. Your hand informs me of some grave news. Very grave news, indeed."
"What?"
"Let me tell you more about what I know before I tell you this," Luke looked into his crystal ball. "You will continue your education in America and go to college. A family member that is very close will have a small accident in the near future. Someone you know will get into trouble soon. Another person is to fall in love with you. Love . . . you are quite a flirt, child, and love is something you will never be without. Someone loves you right now, but won't tell you. He is scared to tell you. An enemy will befriend you in the future while a friend will diceive you. This will not happen now, mind you, but in the future. Beware of what the future brings you, child," Luke said.
Lizzie looked at him confused. "Why should I beware?"
"In the future, you will die if you are not careful. Beware the future, child. Trust me, just beware."
"Wait, what do you me- . . ."
"Time is up. This session will be five dollars," Luke interrupted.
He led her out of the hut, but outside, it was pouring down rain, and as the door of the fortune teller's hut closed, bells chimed nearby, despite the rain. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Miranda and Gordo appeared from a plastic-covered booth, obviously sheltering themselves from the rain.
"Lizzie, we have decided to postpone our visits to the fortuneteller for another day. Since it is raining, we decided we would go to the Digital Bean for some shelter," Gordo said, but he did not look to upset.
"Okay," Lizzie said.
At the Digital Bean, Miranda, Lizzie, and Gordo sat down and drank a soda and talked of the day's events.
"So," Miranda started, "What exactly did Luke the Fortuneteller say?"
"He was obviously phony," Gordo said.
"Well I figured that much," Miranda started, "But, I still think it is interesting. What did he say, Lizzie?
" Well . . . " Lizzie started. She wanted to tell them everything he said, but strangely enough, she didn't remember much of what he said. It was almost like . . . like it never happened.