She had only come into the shop to get away from the snow accumulating outside. Once she got in she saw this was no normal shop, an elderly woman sits in the back of room with a crystal ball. This must be a fortune telling place.
"Come child, out of the cold and Futures behold!" she says and pushes me to sit on a velvet seat. The walls are lined with liquids in bottles. Each one with there own foamy mist surrounding it.
"Now my child, what can I do for you today, need any potions, have any broken bones, want to see your future? Because like our slogan says!" she says and then starts to sing in a low voice, "Future Told, Future Behold!". I needed to stay here untill it stopped snowing, so I asked for my fortune to be told. She puts her hands around the crystal ball and chants under her breath, future, future I do want, give me hers, or be long gone. Then I see myself in the crystal ball.
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Short StoryCover by @withjejide!! This is a collection of short stories by me! If I have a friend who wrote it I will tag them in it! If you have any suggestions, please tell me! I am always happy to write some more!