Where Is That Italian?
17/07/23 13:42
Made up that this story won the community vote at Microcosms for the week. Wasn't really sure how the story would be taken. So thank you for those votes.
300 words. Microcosms No.197 Prompts: Psychic / Subway / Mystery
Where Is That Italian?
‘Communication is all, dear.’ Mystic Gina said, gesturing for Carla to sit down beside her.
Communication and money thought Carla, having just paid for the sitting. She’d heard nothing but good things though about Gina’s talents. She’d foretold new relationships and their breakdowns, accidents & illnesses, births and deaths. If Auntie Annie was right, Gina’s record was second to none in the state. Though Annie was a trifle gullible.
Carla put her hands into Gina’s. She felt a tingle and wondered if she’d picked up static from the carpet.
‘Ah! I see your questions are about your near future. Oh yes, very clearly. I see it.’
Carla said nothing. Not wanting to direct the answers at all. She wanted to hear the future from Gina’s abilities, not from mirroring her hopes.
‘Nice. I foresee an Italian. Do you know any?’
‘I don’t think so. Even the guy who runs the pizza place was born on my street.’
‘You definitely have an Italian in your future. And your love will be total. Brown skinned and six foot.’
‘Sounds interesting! Where will we meet?’
‘The subway.’
‘Oh dear. How will I know? I mean that’s a hectic place to bump into someone.’
‘You’ll know.’
Weeks passed without any love interest. Carla almost forgot the prediction after deciding it was all just a parlour game.
It was only sighing out loud whilst she was eating a Meatball Marinara that she decided that Gina had almost perfectly predicted it. She loved that filling on a 6” Hearty Italian and it was a Subway. Perhaps Gina had simply mixed her feet and inches. That would explain how she hadn’t met the Italian man yet: there wasn’t one. As she chewed the last of the sub she decided that was the only 6”s she needed anyway.
300 words. Microcosms No.197 Prompts: Psychic / Subway / Mystery
Where Is That Italian?
‘Communication is all, dear.’ Mystic Gina said, gesturing for Carla to sit down beside her.
Communication and money thought Carla, having just paid for the sitting. She’d heard nothing but good things though about Gina’s talents. She’d foretold new relationships and their breakdowns, accidents & illnesses, births and deaths. If Auntie Annie was right, Gina’s record was second to none in the state. Though Annie was a trifle gullible.
Carla put her hands into Gina’s. She felt a tingle and wondered if she’d picked up static from the carpet.
‘Ah! I see your questions are about your near future. Oh yes, very clearly. I see it.’
Carla said nothing. Not wanting to direct the answers at all. She wanted to hear the future from Gina’s abilities, not from mirroring her hopes.
‘Nice. I foresee an Italian. Do you know any?’
‘I don’t think so. Even the guy who runs the pizza place was born on my street.’
‘You definitely have an Italian in your future. And your love will be total. Brown skinned and six foot.’
‘Sounds interesting! Where will we meet?’
‘The subway.’
‘Oh dear. How will I know? I mean that’s a hectic place to bump into someone.’
‘You’ll know.’
Weeks passed without any love interest. Carla almost forgot the prediction after deciding it was all just a parlour game.
It was only sighing out loud whilst she was eating a Meatball Marinara that she decided that Gina had almost perfectly predicted it. She loved that filling on a 6” Hearty Italian and it was a Subway. Perhaps Gina had simply mixed her feet and inches. That would explain how she hadn’t met the Italian man yet: there wasn’t one. As she chewed the last of the sub she decided that was the only 6”s she needed anyway.