fortune teller

the shop    is

dark, you can't    seem to

find your way out of it.     But how did

you get in? The woman calls     your name,  the

lilt in her voice cuts through    the veils and 

shrouds and drapes and beads    and she's

sitting. at the table. she can     bend your

fate. it's a common fact. she    calls out to you-

"take a seat, my  dear," and so

you do.

her hands wave out and suddenly

the cards in front of you tell you a story

that makes so much sense and the future is so,

so unbelievably bright-it hurts your eyes- and you

leave. you thank her and leave.