Sylvia And Mel's Future

Sylvia was at Madame Olga's. The psychic peered into her crystal ball.

“Will Mel make it?”

“There's a chance.”

“His liver's bad. Dr Fruman's taking care of him.”

Mel, Sylvia's ex-husband, was hospitalized. She was at the fortuneteller's for a second opinion.

“Even though it's Fruman, I see Mel pulling through.”

“Really? Do you think a near-death experience will change him?”

“Change?”

“Will I get any support checks Mel owes me?”

“Checks, huh?”

Madame Olga stared intently. Syvia had paid $225 for the ‘Deluxe View’ into the future.

“Madame Olga?”

“I'm looking…”

“Even one lousy check?”

“I'm looking...I'm looking...”

From Guest Contributor David Sydney

Ghosts

In front of the circus truck came a moving van and two old clunkers. People were finally moving into the house at the end of the cul-de-sac, which we’d all suspected was haunted. The circus truck double parked beside the moving van and out poured our old friends, the bearded lady and fortune teller, clutching his crystal ball, two sweet loveable clowns who rolled out smiling, somersaulting around the cul-de-sac. Soon our kids were busy taming the lions while the elephants practiced their counting and we gossiped about the new neighbors until one of them floated by and said hello.

From Guest Contributor Linda Lowe

A Warning

The three dice feel like cold teeth in Kate’s hand. She rolls each one separately, as Dorothea instructed. Mumbling, the old fortune teller stares at their placement inside the chalk circle.

Candles flicker on the stone mantle. Kate shifts, sweat dampening her armpits.

“Interesting,” Dorothea mutters.

Suddenly, a sound like beating wings erupts from the fireplace. The candles extinguish and darkness swallows the room.

“Kate!” a familiar voice exclaims. Her mother, murdered exactly three years ago, channels through the fortune teller’s throat.

Kate starts to cry. Somewhere down the hall, a window breaks.

“Run!” her mother screams. “They’ve found you!”

From Guest Contributor Heather Santo

The Straight And Narrow Road

Prior to the trip, Nebraska frightened us most.

The road looked so straight on the map, like a rigid line held fast by fate and concrete. We'd heard stories of the empty fields and empty skies in every direction. The kind of tedium that could endanger your soul. I should have suggested that we reconsider and chose another route, but I didn't want Jesse to know how scared I really was.

I wish we had never gone to that fortune teller. She had probably been a fraud, but the thought of being bored to death has haunted me ever since.