The Fortune Teller
I was walking down the street when I noticed a most peculiar little shop. I decided to take a detour from my route and spend a few moments looking around inside the shop. I walked into a dark atmosphere filled with the strong smell of incense. I spotted a table covered with strange looking cards. I was intrigued by them. A woman came out and I asked what the cost of those beautiful cards were. She laughed and said, “You cannot buy magic cards!” I didn’t understand what she meant, but I moved toward the door. “Come,” she said. “Let me read your fortune.”
