The Gypsy Queen

She was an older lady. Bedecked with jewels, Rainbow headband. Glitzy scarf filled with rhinestones. Her face was lined. Wizened. She was a crone. Not easily fooled. Her voice was a rasp. A bark. Deep. Dark. Her tarot cards deck… Nothing fancy. Crystal ball, runes, palmistry. I sat at her table Intricate details in its scarf. Embroidered with gold, Exquisite intricate stitching Looking up I knew I was looking into the face of magic. We both smiled, but hers was stilted. She studied my face, and relaxed. Recognizing a cosmic connection And another psychic when she found one. What do you choose? She asked me. Indicating the variety of choices. I stared into her Bambi brown eyes. So wise, so thorough, so intelligently intelligent. Please choose for me, I said. Best reading ever!