Fortune Tellers - Episode 1
by Molly Weinfurter
A girl in her 20s enters my fortune-telling parlor.
Her name is Olivia.
I motion her toward my old wooden table…
And tell her to sit down in the blue chair.
I sit across from her…
And look deep into her eyes.
So, Olivia, is there anything specific you wanted to discuss today?
Olivia smiles.
Nope! Just do your thing.
My friends say you’re the most accurate fortune teller around.
So, just tell me as much as possible about my life.
And my death.
I know you specialize in deaths…
Her smile falters.
When will I…die?
It won’t be for a while, right?
I narrow my eyes…
Until I see words floating above Olivia’s head:
"6 years left."
This young girl has only six years left to live!
And then I see how it happens.
And I realize: maybe I can prevent this.
Is something wrong?
Six years from now…
I’m seeing you on a boat.
You’re with your whole family.
My family and I go on a boat trip every year!
You’re not wearing a life jacket.
I see you falling into the water…
And never coming back up.
Oh my god!
It’s true I never wear a life jacket.
And I’m not a very good swimmer.
A tear rolls down her cheek.
So…I’m going to drown?
You don’t have to drown.
Now that you know…
You have it in your power to change your fate.
Olivia gets up and grasps my hands.
Thank you! Thank you!
I really believe you’ve saved my life.
Olivia gets up gets up and leaves my parlor.
I take a deep breath and lean back in my chair.
My work takes so much out of me.
A loud knock interrupts my rest.
Come in!
The door creaks open.
An older woman is standing on the other side.
Are you April?
I am.
But who are you?
I glance at my schedule.
I don’t have any more appointments today.
The woman enters the room.
Wow, you’re awfully young to be a fortune teller!
So? What’s your point?
The woman sits in the blue chair and makes herself comfortable.
You’re right, I don’t have an appointment.
But I just had to meet you!
My name is Lucia and I’m just like you.
You’re a fortune teller?
Well, yes, but not just any fortune teller.
I’m special like you.
My eyes widen.
I look above her head to read her fortune.
She still has 30 years left.
That’s a lot for someone her age.
I thought I was the only one.
I cross my arms.
How do I know you’re not lying?
Well, I saw that girl leaving your office.
She only has 6 years left.
It really is a tragedy for someone that young.
My eyes widen.
Wait, so you can see my lifespan right now?
She nods.
Of course.
And I assume you can see mine.
Yes, I can see everyone’s…
I glance at the floor.
Except my own.
Would you like to know yours?
I shake my head.
No, I don’t want to have to pay to talk to another fortune teller.
She laughs.
Don’t worry, I’ll do it for free!
I look back up at her.
You’d do that?
Of course!
You remind me of myself when I was your age.
Plus, I think you should be warned.
She leans forward and takes my hands.
April, your death is coming very soon.
But you can avoid it by staying away from busy streets.
I tell people about their deaths all day.
But I wasn’t prepared to hear about my own.
I take a deep breath.
Am I going to get hit by a car?!
How soon?
Sweetie, please calm down.
You’re supposed to get hit by a car tonight.
But just stay away from the roads and you’ll be fine, okay?
She gets out of her chair and gives me a hug.
My office is just a few minutes away from here.
If you ever need anything, please stop by.
I watch as she exits the building without another word.
Is what she just told me really true?
I glance at the clock.
It’s time for me to get home.
I gather my belongings and exit the office.
I am about to head to my car when I stop myself.
No cars! No roads!
I look around for another way home.
My gaze falls on a path through the woods behind the building.
That should work.
I walk down the path.
The cold air brushes against my face.
My shoes crunch against the fresh snow.
It’s completely silent.
But at least there’s not a car in sight.
I take one more step…
But the ground suddenly falls beneath me.
I find myself falling into a large hole.
Pain surges through my whole body as I hit the ground.
Ow!
I look up at the top of the hole.
The sides are too steep to climb.
Help me!
Someone help me! I’m trapped!
At first, there’s silence.
But then I hear footsteps in the snow.
April, is that you?
Lucia approaches the hole and looks down.
Lucia!
I’m so glad to see you!
Can you please help me?
For a second, she’s silent.
Then she cackles.
But April…
Today is your death day, remember?
But you said I was going to get hit by a car!
She shrugs.
I don’t know if that’s true or not.
I don’t actually have that magical gift like you.
Then how did you know Olivia’s death date?
I just eavesdropped on your conversation, that’s all.
She takes a deep breath.
I do work as a fortune teller, though.
In fact, I was the best fortune teller for years!
Until you came along…
She clenches her fists.
What are you saying?
I’m saying you ruined my business!
Suddenly, everyone wants to see the fortune teller who’s always right!
No one ever wants to see me anymore.
So, if I want to get my business running again…
I have to get rid of you!
She reaches for something outside of the hole…
And returns with a shovel!
She scoops up a large pile of dirt and snow and holds it over the hole.
Lucia, wait!
I can help you!
I believed you, so you must be good at your job.
Yeah, but nothing I told you was true.
I just used my fake powers to manipulate you.
I have no use for you.
Please, Lucia!
Let me change my fate!
But before I can say another word…
Lucia starts filling up the hole until I struggle to breathe.
My last thought is:
If only I could have predicted my own death.
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