Ooooh, Gypsy Woman . . . she hummed as she bent over her work. Gold bangles encircled wrists and dangled from her ears. Their musical tones beat an off-tempo accompaniment to her voice.
She turned another card and paused to consider its import. This reading was important to her; this client not like those previous.
Jason shifted his weight in the too-small chair, and tugged at his earlobe. What were the words to the song she was humming? His thoughts went back to that summer long ago. The tent was the same – the chair as uncomfortable then as now. He had held the image of the gypsy in his mind for many years and now here they were together again.
She looked up, catching his crooked grin, then placed the last card on the table and took his hand in hers. After all these years her heart’s desire was back in her life. She only hoped the cards’ tale would not frighten him away again.
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Here’s a fiction piece for the Trifecta Challenge: Image.