“You’ll be just fine

Put your hand in mine

And for a dime,

I can read the divine.”

The sign read as I walked past. Something about it draws me near it. Something about it brings solace and yet peaks an instant sense of fear. Can she really tell my fortune?” All the while I hear many murmurs of others about how “if she were better, it wouldn’t just be a dime.” I still can’t turn away. I figure a dime is worth it and I walk that way. The fortune teller and I lock eyes. Then and only then, did I know walking her way would end disaster for three people’s lives.

I walk in and I am greeted by a man in coveralls and a mask of a shape I cannot comprehend in the dark. It’s just of edges like barbed wire. Near him is a man in a seat, dressed as if he is giving blessings by 8 and snorting lines by 9. I have no clue what I paid for and I am scared of what’s next.

“Did he agree?” The suited man whispered to the fortune teller as she brought him a drink.

“He paid me… if that’s what you mean?” As she places the drink before him. A Whiskey neat. She hands him a freshly rolled joint to match.

“What exactly did I pay for?” I asked slightly more politely than one would have given the fear I felt.

All that I heard was the movement of the coveralls of the masked man.

“You paid… to…. Rewrite history.”

“Whatever Mr. Hot Breath meant by that, I am not sure, but I’d happily pay 20 cents to leave now.” Is the only thought I could muster and his harangue began!

“The mystery of history is a finely walked line,

Between man made idols with the thoughts of divine.

Some often wonder where all began to divide,

But choose to question when we all began to lie”

“For the dime you gave, we will give back

If you can recall the first time you proceeded with that act

Tell me why you did and I will react

Then I will choose if your soul dwells within the black”

Without thinking I got up to try and leave.

When suddenly I couldn’t see. There’s something over my eyes. Did I become the sacrificial witness?

Before I got scream, the gag was over my mouth and I was over a shoulder, being carried out the back.

“Another dude for the road, honey! I’m sure with him plus the others, we’ll have enough blood to embrace the cold.