The market was busy with stalls selling hats, fruit, antiques and more.
I passed a little tent.
‘Enter’ bellowed a voice. I entered.
It was pitch dark. A candle flickered into life.
‘Sit’ snapped a wizened old lady. I sat.
She held out her palm. Mesmerised, I handed her a fiver. She stuffed it down her dress.
She produced a tarot card.
‘Eight of Swords. Your vision’s blocked, unable to fulfil your wishes’
What nonsense. I considered demanding a refund but remembering where my money went I changed my mind!
The candle blew out. I couldn’t see. I wanted to leave. I tripped….ouch!
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Jan Wayne Fields for the photo.
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