Last Minute

1. Ex-Boyfriends in a Row

In that afternoon, in a coffee shop, I had a date with my boyfriend, Bruce. He was the 10th. For a thousand times, I broke up with those guys, such a crap. All this time, I'd dated weird guys. The 1st one, Oliver, a bodybuilder. His house was a castle, rich guy. Too bad, we decided to break up, we're still too young back then. The 2nd one was Ben, a chef. He made me delicious food but his goodbye was like a rotten apple, dangerous and nasty. The 3rd one, Justin, my neighbor. He was stupid, he really was. He never remembered my full name. The 4th one, Bill, he sat beside me at my class in Junior High School. Unfortunately, a diva from my school took him from me, never mind. The 5th one was Jonah, a singer. He made me a thousand songs and I was sick and tired of his songs. Too melancholic for me, not for him. The 6th one was Charles. He studied the Bible a lot and everyday of my life was like going to church. The 7th one was Steve, the pianist. He's not a punctual person, and I'm a very punctual person. We know that heaven and hell can't be together, right? The 8th one was George, a gardener. He gave me flowers everyday but I didn't like flowers, never. The 9th one was John, my one and only John. He betrayed me, so yeah, that's it.

Now, I'm tired of all of this. I even search on the internet about how to date a guy properly or even how to find out that a guy is your true love. But there's no result. I think over and over again, if I can't do it naturally, then it's time for me to do it magically.

The street is not crowded and I search for this address: Brooklyn 26B. I arrive at the end of the street and I see a small stall there. I go to the stall and open the door.

"Excuse me, sir. May I meet Madam Flaush?" I ask.

"Yea. She's over there. Just go there," he points to the creepy door next to his seat.

"Oukaaayyy," I reply him hesitately.

"Excuse me, Madam?" I knock the door.

"Yeaaaaa....come in," she replies from the inside in a scary way.

I hold the door handle and open the door slowly. I see the creepiest witch I've ever seen sitting on a vintage gold carpet.

"What can I help you, sweetheart?" she asks.

"I want to search my true love, can I?"

"Yes you can, wait here."

I'm waiting here in fear. The ambience here is like a horror movie. But this time, I don't see any ghost. There's a photo frame hanging on the wall, but suprisingly, there's no photo in it. That black curtain also frightens me here. In a few minutes, the witch comes back.

"Here it is, I have a card for you. This is a love card, but a special one," she gives me the card.

I take the card and try to gather my courage to turn the card with my trembling hand.