Short story of a woman who claims to have psychic abilities.

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Claire Naismith is her name, psychic abilities is her claim to fame, not worldwide fame but at least well known in the world of jiggery pokery by both seekers and peers alike, well known in her local town  Llandovery, Wales.

She was different though, from the image you instantly conjure up of a ‘psychic’, her ‘Office’ not shop is modern and so is she. When you walk in there’s a receptionist, well spoken that asks you if you have or would like to book an appointment. Magazines, psychic ones mostly on a black glass table next to the set of plush sofas that leave an impression of your derrière when you get up, just when they have hugged and caressed each cheek.

If you have booked an appointment Nessa (Vanessa), the receptionist would point you the way into the reading room(s). There were 5 for different purposes, for what the client needed, what works or what’s impressive. Claire practised the different versions of the Claire; Gustance, audience, alience, cognisance, and sentience. Which meant she ate, heard, smelt, knew and felt Claire, she saw clearly to put it short. She’s honed her skills so much, if she was a knife, her shape would have a slightly deformed cutting edge from the wear of the sharpening stone.

She’s modern right? So it’s only right she had a website, sent and received emails but she also sent letters and postcards to her best customers one of which was Lily Venerable.

A 40 Something year old woman, Virgo, visited from time to time, one of the ones Claire always remembered and one of the ones to get a free quarterly prediction; she knew so much about her she could picture the lines of her palm in her head.

Of course some postcards gets sent back for different reasons but she was surprised to get lily’s back, why she wondered since she was still at the office about a month ago. She turned it around to look at the red royal mail sticker with the reason for return ticked as ‘unwanted’ and written on the top left hand corner in black pen was the word DECEASED!!!

This was going to seriously put a dent her eventually taking up the Randi’s million dollar challenge, her final step towards getting a ‘Derek Acorah’ type status besides there was a shredder behind Nessa’s Desk. So, in one swift move Claire’s postcard sent to miss venerable was gone just like its intended receiver. Even a child could predict what happened next to the Clairvoyant’s postcard if only anyone could predict the death of anyone else. See, only God knows the exact moment we will take our last breath.

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  • LOVELYHONEY on Jan 8, 2010

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