By Kimberly Hallman
“Let me tell you your future!” she insisted. How stupid did she think I was? All she wanted was my money. “You’re going to want to hear what I have to say! What a future! Come in and hear of the marvelous life ahead of you!”
She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. I scurried past the fortune teller’s little shop and jogged across the street, but I guess in my hurry to get away from the woman, I wasn’t paying attention.
I didn’t feel it, really. There was a sudden impact, and one single thought—I knew she was wrong.
A killer last line!
Sometimes it’s conviction, sometimes purely being stubborn.
Good take on the human condition!