You’re on a long flight, and a palm reader sitting next to you insists she reads your palm. You hesitate, but agree. What does she tell you?
– So, you’re a palm reader. A professional palm reader? I mean, you make money with that?
– Sure, there is a lot of people who comes to me to glimpse into their future. But I’ll read your palm for free.
– No thank you, I don’t believe in such things.
– I insist. You have nothing to lose. If you don’t believe, it will be like playing, having fun. We have a lot of time to spend in this flight.
– No, thank you.
– Are you afraid?
– I said I don’t believe in palm readers and people who predict the future.
– Then let’s play a little
– You are pushy
– You’re afraid
– I’m not
– Prove it
– OK, OK, here you are.
She looks at my palm, her smile vanishes and she turns pale.
– Nothing. Everything is OK. You’ll have a long happy life
– You’re scared
– No. I’m not
– What did you see?
– I already told you
– You’re not smiling, you’re pale. Something scared you. Tell me.
– You don’t believe.
– But you obviously do.
– You’re gonna die very soon in an accident.
– How soon?
– Come on! In a plane accident?
– I don’t know
– Have you checked your palm?
– I’m scared. I believe.
– Excuse me, – I ask to the passing by flight attendant – do we have a Roman Catholic priest in the passage? I need one desperately.
- How To Get Rid Of A Palm Reader (short fiction) (jitterygt.wordpress.com)