Now before we get into this I'll have you know I never was one for magic tricks. I always thought they were cheesy, and a waste of time. So it never crossed my mind that one trip to the "card reader" or whatever it's called, would end me up in this crazy mess. I'll lay out the scene for you.
It was a late summer day, and I had just broken up with this asshole I called a boyfriend. I was extremely exasperated and in no mood for a random street rat to ask to read my fortune.
I was walking down an alley as a short cut to my house after a night of drinking to forget my worries. I was a bit buzzed and everything was relatively a blur. I had taken off my heels and was wearing some comfortable slip on flats. With every step my headache grew worse. When an old woman stumbled into my path I stopped in my tracks, quite annoyed. With the most humble of expressions she spoke to me in an ancient raspy voice,
"Ma'am, your aura is magnificent!! Please, I'll read your fortune, it would be a honor. Would you brighten the uneventful soul of a poor old woman?"
I was slowly starting to come out of my daze as if her words sucked me back to reality.
"I'm sorry, ma'am but I don't believe in fortune telling," I said as sweetly as I could muster.
She frowned and hung her head in disappointment, breathing heavily as her shoulders drooped. A slight smile danced across her face as she slowly looked at me, her expression morphed into a confident grin.
"If you don't believe then it won't hurt, and who knows," with this her smile twisted," I could make a believer out of you"
I could feel the intensity of the situation I had stumbled into, thanks to the alcoholic beverages I had downed minutes prior. I knew from the sick smile on her lips, I had no choice but to go with her. I slowly shifted into a stance of mocked confidence, hoping she wouldn't notice that it was entirely that, mocked.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt," I gave in, "but I'm not going to follow you into some strange house were you could murder me and use my remains for some weird voodoo ritual."
At this she laughed," honey, I couldn't lay a finger on you if I wanted to."
With that she pointed to the low hanging roofs just a few feet from our heads. I had no clue what she was talking about or if she was just trying to distract me while she pick pocketed me or something. But as I slowly followed her to a spot in the opening of the alley I saw a figure dart across the shadows, I thought it was a cat at the time but I never really was sure why it would be important so I let it sink to the bottom of my mind where I would try and not think about it that particular evening.
