My Fortune

The aged fortune-teller sits behind a large round table which is decorated with old lace-trimmed scarves, sequined tassels, and shiny gold-colored coin trim. She tells me to cross her palm with silver, meaning she waits to be paid for her services. After I place my money in her wrinkled palm, she adjusts herself in her heavy wooden chair. She begins to gaze attentively into the depths of her glass crystal ball which rests atop a wooden ornate stand. Her weathered fingers caress the glass gently. I sit, quietly and patiently, while my heart pounds in my chest. I tremble in anticipation. The fortune-teller's eyes begin to squint. She fixates on one area of the crystal ball. What does she suddenly see? I become anxious. What will my fortune reveal? My heart begins to beat harder and faster. She raises her head slowly and she stares at me. I am motionless.