Fortune Teller

“I can 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! Hear of the marvelous life ahead of you!”

She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. I rushed 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.