The fortuneteller’s booth was a necromancer’s lair; filled with bones, talismans, vials and mysterious trinkets. But most uncanny was his hesitant grimace.
“Are you sure you want to know your future?”
She nodded. What’s the worst that could happen?
This was my first busy weekend in a while. I didn’t get to write as much as I’d have liked, but I still wanted to do my best not to miss the weekend writing prompt by SammiCox.
Have a happy Sunday✨