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Secluded

Prompt #18

I scratched the old worn table carving yet another shape into it. The old trailer was quiet as usual and no customers just like yesterday and the day before yesterday and the day before that. I sat back in my fortune teller/ mystic outfit and waited. Perhaps for no reason at all, I felt today was going to be my lucky day. Well when you're almost 35 years old everyday becomes a lucky day. Seriously here I get no customers out here in the fu- ing desert, usually I end up playing solataire alone.

It wasn't always like this, alone secluded. I was married once, Steve he was a looker. Tall, dark, handsome, and funny, all in one package. I don't know why but I snapped, I started looking at what I was missing instead of what I had, the last Christmas I had in society I cheated on him. If I could say sorry a thousand times and undo it I would but no matter how hard I squeeze my eyes shut and cross my fingers it's not going to change what I did.

He moved away afterwards, it's been 5 years, I haven't been with anybody else. Man if the me 5 years ago me could see me now, I would beg for mercy, but that won't happen I'm stuck carving the odd shapes into this piece of crap table, in this trash trailer with a old beat up sign.

Madam Holly, fortune teller, mystic, fame or love.

It's a stupid sign and it's all fake, even the names fake my name is Tessa it doesn't even have the same letters! I can't do any of what it says on my sign, sometimes I get lucky other times, well let's just say this isn't my first trailer. How was I supposed to know that the guy would actually break up with her, or that she was secretly pregnant. Look it was all a mishap and then they took it a little far by trashing my trailer. So I left took everything with me even my cat, Virginia.

I crank up the AC, which is plugged into a generator under my trailer. I just can't run more than 3 appliances at the same time, if I do I have to crawl under the house and turn it back on by restarting the power, pressing the button under it and then unplugging everything in the house.

Around noon, I give up as I usually do and change into my regular clothes and watch a movie with Virginia. Only having a little amount of movies is a pain, around once a month I take some and trade them in. The movie is interrupted by thumping bass in the distance. I walk out under the shade hanging off the trailer. A sports car is hauling tail in the dirt of Nevada. It stops at my trailer.

"Madame Holly?" The man says

"Yes?" I step out of the shade into the blazing hot sun.

"I need your help, I'm Alexander Wit with Field of Psychology and I need you to come to our head quarters in New York." He tightened his tie and walked towards me.

"I can't just go with a random stranger!" I say

"Its ok, nothing bad happens in dreams" he holds his hand out

"What?" I pull my hand back to my chest "dream?"

"dream a noun, a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep."

I woke up in a familiar pale blue room. A blanket draped over my body. I smelled pancakes. My barefeet touched the chilled hardwood, and a guys graphic T-shirt hung loosly over my body. I walked cautiously through the halls, I vaguely remember going to sleep here, but it does seem like I've been here before. Peaking into what is the kitchen, a man is cooking over the stove fliping pancakes.

"Hey Tessa" he turns around and his dark eyes shine when he sees me.

"Steve?" I run to him and bury my face into his chest taking him in.

"Hey baby girl what's wrong" he runs my back

I start to sob uncontrollably "Don't make me play solataire alone" I cry

"I won't" he says, "I won't"

Word Count: 713