The Fortune Teller
A flash fiction Tarot reading
Published in
3 min readAug 27, 2018
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The old gypsy woman pointed to the chair and snapped, “Siddown.”
The ladder-back creaked as Roger sank into it. Scooting forward to the red-draped table, feeling the chair wobble beneath him, he wondered how old this thing was. Maybe as old as the woman herself. Would it crumble beneath him? Would her wrinkled face and toothless smirk dissolve into ether…