They were seated, two women facing each other in the darkened room. The only dim source of light was a round white ball on the table in the centre.
"You want me to lie?" asked the young girl.
"Lie? No, I don't want you to lie. I expect you to tell them what they want to hear." said the old woman, her eyes closed, her wrinkles soft.
"But I can truly see! Don't people deserve to know the truth?"
"Curse the truth! Truth doesn't bring us pennies, girl! You will not make the customers sad with your bally truth, you hear me?" The old women had opened her eyes wide and was glaring at the girl. She looked eerie in her mirror dress with the many strange beads.
The girl nodded nervously. After a while, the old fake fortune teller calmed down. As she lit a cigarette, she remarked, "And don't wear so much makeup for God's sake. You look like a bloody geisha."
3 comments:
oooooo good. :) really good.
Glad you are back.
A bloody geisha? ah...this one time i was in japan.... he he.
I found ya!! now write more stories!! :D
Cheers to that!
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nice is it the thing;? makeup is done to hide reality..sometimes not may be also...
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