“By appointment only!” The crystal gazer removed her hands from the sphere, her long and purple fingernails reminiscent of the sign out front; READINGS.
Two teens stumbled drunkenly through the door. The tall lanky guy reached his palm out towards her. “How ‘bout you just squeeze me in?” Both boys laughed, one fell into the other. The largest of the two pushed his friend back upright.
“Call to schedule another time.” She stood from her sitting position at a small round table covered by a red silk cloth. Her current customer took to her feet and excused herself past the intruders, leaving Madame Violet alone.
“Okay, fine. What is it that you would like from me?” The psychic kept eye contact with both delinquents.
The short chubby boy pointed towards her tarot cards. “Tell me my future.” His loudness subsided as his sidekick reversed himself towards the exit.
“Sit.” She pointed to the now empty chair.
He maneuvered his backside around until he was comfortable.
She shuffled the cards, placing three in a row. “This is your past.” She flipped the first one over. “Present”; the second one. “Future”; the third.
Suddenly, she grabbed his wrists with a tight squeeze. “Don’t do this!” She begged.
“I wondered if you were legit.” He pulled away from her, reaching towards his leather boot and pulling from it a shiny blade.
“Where’s the money? I know there’s plenty of it around here.” He nervously moved his knife in closer to the woman, visibly shaking.
She pretended to reach for her cash drawer but instead retrieved her revolver. With her life in danger, she had no choice but to pull the trigger. When questioned by the police, she realized. “I could have never seen this coming.” The closed sign went up that night….for good.
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