Gypsy

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Scarlett was being followed, she felt it, she hurried over to speak to Boris, the head of their small community and the head of the circus. "Scarlett, you're late again." He said as he prepared the knife throwing board.

"Boris, I... I was going to get my cards from my trailer right?..."

"Scarlett, I cannot and will not abide by your tardiness. We are always only waiting for you. Only ever waiting for you." She huffed. She did not want to be a part of this crew, being orphaned at such an early age, she was founded by and elderly woman who took her in.

She had only known the life of a traveller, of a gypsy, it was not the life one wanted to live, but it was the only life she knew. She would read tarot cards, read tea cups, she would have a crystal ball displayed, have crystals and diamonds all over her little trailer.

She had no sixth sense, she learnt to read tarots from her Gillian the lady who took her in. She was good at reading the cards, was practically spot on. The tea reading she also learnt to interpret what she saw, not the best at that.

Sometimes she saw nothing and she made it up as she went along. It was always the same thing with, people wanted to know if they were ever going to meet the person of their dreams. She always gave the six months to a year to find Mr or MRS right.

"Scarlett, go and finish off, we go on in an hour." He was so bossy, had taken a liking to her too, she was not that into him. But he claimed her as his own, nobody who was part of their community would dare to touch her.

As she walked back to her trailer she got this feeling that she was once again being followed. Not really understanding it, she looked around. Scarlett knew everybody in this place, they travelled the world together, what was with this new feeling?

Once she reached her trailer she began applying her dark make up, she already had the attire, the off the shoulder top, her stomach showing, her long flowing skirt, she had all the bangles on her wrists and even had a bandana on her head. Her dark hair falling down the back, her blue eyes look almost electric when she applied the dark kohl and mascara.

Scarlett applied the reddest lipstick, and was complete. Yep she looked and lived the life of a gypsy, her long round earrings adding to her look.

She heard the bell ring and knew she was late once again. Fucking Boris, she hated it when he was in that state of all business. No room for fuck ups with him. Hurrying along she made her way out. Already a line had formed outside her tent, she entered round the back.

As soon as she opened the curtains allowing the first man in, she hesitated for some reason. He looked like he was here for something else. Shaking off the feeling she asked him to take a seat. Very dark hair, even darker eyes. He had a neatly trimmed beard. He was, dare she say it... HOT!

"Please sit." She lit up the candles and brought the crystals aligning them as she needed to. "What would you have me do for you today?" She asked him taking a seat. He was probably the most good looking man after Boris that she had ever met.

"Future, fortune, isn't that what you do?" She smiled nodding her head.

"Of course, tea cup, or tarots?" She asked him staring into his hypnotic eyes.

"Tarots." Okay.

"That will be eighty dollars." She always got the money up front. He nodded his head and handed her over a hundred dollar bill.

"Keep it." He said when she came to give him change. Once again she smiled at him.

"Generous I see." She said almost to herself. He squinted his eyes at her. "Yet a skeptic..." Now he raised an eyebrow at her. Handing him the cards she asked him to shuffle them. He did so very professionally too... Must be a gambler.