Thread: Fortune Telling

No-name gets up and turns away, thanking Poog.
As no-name exits in puzzlement with his fortune another man pushes his way through the multicolored beads draping down from the doorway.
"Hello sir. I come to you in need of a fortune." whispers Eel, quite hesitantly, "you see, a . . . company is pursuing me. I'm trying to get away from them, but . . . around every corner, I see one of their agents . . . in a black suit. Please, i must know what they are after me for, what will happen to me?" Eel places a coin on the table and slides it towards the crystal ball.

poog pushes the coin away.

"My fortunes are free for those that wish to hear them."

He turns away from Eel and reaches towards a musty chest at his side. He opens the lid with a creak and takes out a piece of paper and a pencil.

"I shall draw for you an image from my mind's eye."

poog slowly closed his eyes, and his head tilted skyward.

His hand slowly wormed back and forth across the blank sheet sketching something, but Eel could not see as the tent was very dark.

poog opened his eyes, and his hand rested on the table. He slid the paper across the table towards Eel, and sat back to rest.

Eel wasn't sure what to expect. Laden with anxiety, he glanced to see what was there on the paper.



poog spoke at a whisper, "Interpret it as you will, for there is hidden meaning behind all of it."

A smile played upon his face, "Or I could be a crazy, old fool scribbling doodles and giving them away calling them fortunes."

"Trust no one."