A day at the circus. First meeting with a mysterious stranger.
The circus is supposed to be a grand event. That is what Carla keeps raving, but to me it seems like a whole lot of noise for no particular cause. I approached a man wearing a bright neon suit. I stopped, intrigued by his bravado.
“One dollar to guess your weight,” he said, waving his hand in the air.
“No thanks,” I said and moved along.
There was another tent with a sign saying, ‘Madam Olga Sees All.’
“Humm,” I said. “That’s not even possible.”
“Of course it is,” a woman coming up behind me said. “Don’t you want to know your future?” She pushed passed me nearly knocking me down.
“Some people are so rude,” a short husky man said. He reached out his hand to help me up. “You alright, Miss?”
“Yes,” I said. “Thanks.”
Madam Olga, I was intrigued but still skeptical. Besides, the future is not written. Why would anyone want to know their future anyway? Still, I entered the tent.
It was a bit dark in the tent, but then I liked it that way. There were colorful draperies lining the walls of the tent and a rich red carpet on the floor. In the middle of the tent was a round table with a stack of tarot cards lying there in plain sight. Seated at the table was a strange woman. She looked ancient to my sixteen-year-old eyes. Her hair was mostly gray with just a hint of silver towards the front. It looked as if she hadn’t combed it in days. There was an obvious crease in her lip that seemed to quiver. Her eyes where dark like mine, almost black. That alone made me feel uneasy. I wanted to run out of the tent, but something, some force kept me planted in the place I stood.
“Come this way, child,” she said, her voice cracking slightly. I was apprehensive about approaching but slowly stepped towards her. For some reason I couldn’t stop myself.
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