in
his arms
Chapter
17
We continued down the
busy streets of New York, hand in hand. Though nothing between us
was ever clarified, we both assumed that things between us had
become official.
We found a Wendy’s, bought fruit cups, and sat on a bench
at a bus stop while we ate. I was actually beginning to be let
down by the city because I’d had such high hopes.
We continued in a straight line as to keep from getting lost.
When we both began feeling tired, we turned around to head
back.
As we passed a store, I noticed a sign in the window that I
hadn’t seen when we first passed
it.
Palm
Readings
My eyes widened as I
looked to Anthony. “That’s on my bucket list,”
I told him. “Number twenty-four.”
An amused grin found its way to his mouth. “Alright,
let’s do it.”
The store itself was quite strange. It was filled with antique
things, such as Elvis records, Coca-Cola signs and Charlie Brown
knick knacks, along with a fair amount of magic things.
Magic cards, tricks, books, biographies on magicians.
Beads hung from the low-hanging ceiling of the store. Anthony and
I were the only ones inside.
A woman with dark hair, skin, and eyes met us as we reached the
back of the store. “Hello,” she greeted. “How
may I help you today?”
“We’re looking for palm readings,” Anthony told
her. “How much are they?”
“Ten dollars.”
“We’ll take one.”
Her gorgeous eyes looked both of us up and down quickly before
she invited us behind the counter.
There was a small table with a purple tablecloth with golden
oriental designs covering it. She sat us down across from
her.
“Okay,” she began, “I want you to understand
how I do palm readings. I see images, not a direct future.
Sometimes it’s as vague as seeing a squirrel climb a tree,
sometimes it’s as real as watching a car accident unfold.
Sometimes it means absolutely nothing, and sometimes it means
everything. Sometimes I get foggy and I misread something. I
never see faces, I can only determine the gender approximate age
of the figure I see. Now, with all that being said, are you
ready?”
I glanced to Anthony quickly and extended my right hand. She
prodded her fingers over mine gently. She was silent for about
two minutes, and Anthony and I couldn’t keep our eyes off
her.
“I see a boy,” she suddenly announced. “I see a
boy sitting in a graveyard. He doesn’t move or speak. He
sits there. I cannot tell if he is living or deceased. He is
surrounded by books. Piles and piles of book.” Her eyes
flashed up to mine. “That’s all.”
My breathing shuddered quickly. “O…
kay…”
“Ten dollars,” she told us. “Unless, of course,
you would like to buy something else.”
We both shook our heads. Anthony paid, and we were out the door
before we said another word.
So
the Patriots lost last night and I was ready to cry.
But on the up side, I might have a delay tomorrow because
we're supposed to get some snow.
& feedback would make me feel better, too
(:
*I don't notify, please
don't ask.*
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edance123 · 1 decade ago
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OMG TEARS I UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS BUT I WON'T SAY IT IN CASE SOMEONE ELSE DOESN'T :0