Prosy: Lady Margareta's Faucet
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clare_dragonflyTitle: Lady Margareta's Faucet
Word count: 410
Rating: G
Prompt:pippin's: when the fortune teller's pump stops
Notes: I have no idea whether Lady Margareta is a real fortune teller or not.
“Come one, come all!” cried the woman in the hundreds of multi-colored scarves. They even covered part of her face. Ryan couldn’t even tell how old she was. “Lady Margareta can see all, will tell all, so you will know all!”
Ryan turned to Jose and grinned. “Should I?”
Jose laughed and slapped him on the shoulder, pushing him forward. “Absolutely, dude. Go for it.”
Ryan swaggered over to the fortune-teller and sat down in the spindly folding chair across from her table. It was covered in a black cloth and held a bowl. There was a faucet next to it. Well, that was strange. “What kind of fortune-telling is this?”
“Ah, you have come to have your future seen, have you, young man?”
“Yeah, uh, Lady Margareta. What’s with the faucet?” He gestured to it.
“The water brings me my visions,” she cried dramatically. “The magic flows upon it.” With that, she began to turn on the spigot. The handles squeaked abominably, but it didn’t seem to bother her.
Ryan felt a poke in his side and looked up to see Jose grinning and looming over him. “Quit it, man,” he whispered, then mouthed, “You’ll make me laugh.” He was pretty sure Lady Margareta would get pissed at him and stop if he laughed, and then they would be bored again. This was a pretty lame fair.
“Ah,” said the fortune-teller, after she turned off the taps. “You will have great tribulations, yes. A journey over water. There will be blood. But then you will marry and have happiness.”
“Lame,” mouthed Ryan to Jose. “Okay, thanks, Lady Margareta,” he said, then paid her and they turned to leave.
“Wait!” she cried. They both turned back. She was dumping the water out onto the ground. “Your friend. He should have his fortune told.”
“No, thanks,” said Jose, shaking his head.
“Free?” she asked hopefully. “Come on, I’m bored too.” At least she sounded normal now.
Jose laughed. “Sure, whatever, if it’s free.” He sat down.
She turned on the taps again. They squeaked even louder than before, but no water came out. She frowned and looked closely at it, then stuck her finger in. Ryan frowned, confused. She opened the taps as far as they could go, then slapped the whole contraption. Then she looked up and into Jose’s eyes.
She leapt up, knocking over her table and bowl, and ran screaming out of the fair.
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Word count: 410
Rating: G
Prompt:
pippin's: when the fortune teller's pump stopsNotes: I have no idea whether Lady Margareta is a real fortune teller or not.
“Come one, come all!” cried the woman in the hundreds of multi-colored scarves. They even covered part of her face. Ryan couldn’t even tell how old she was. “Lady Margareta can see all, will tell all, so you will know all!”
Ryan turned to Jose and grinned. “Should I?”
Jose laughed and slapped him on the shoulder, pushing him forward. “Absolutely, dude. Go for it.”
Ryan swaggered over to the fortune-teller and sat down in the spindly folding chair across from her table. It was covered in a black cloth and held a bowl. There was a faucet next to it. Well, that was strange. “What kind of fortune-telling is this?”
“Ah, you have come to have your future seen, have you, young man?”
“Yeah, uh, Lady Margareta. What’s with the faucet?” He gestured to it.
“The water brings me my visions,” she cried dramatically. “The magic flows upon it.” With that, she began to turn on the spigot. The handles squeaked abominably, but it didn’t seem to bother her.
Ryan felt a poke in his side and looked up to see Jose grinning and looming over him. “Quit it, man,” he whispered, then mouthed, “You’ll make me laugh.” He was pretty sure Lady Margareta would get pissed at him and stop if he laughed, and then they would be bored again. This was a pretty lame fair.
“Ah,” said the fortune-teller, after she turned off the taps. “You will have great tribulations, yes. A journey over water. There will be blood. But then you will marry and have happiness.”
“Lame,” mouthed Ryan to Jose. “Okay, thanks, Lady Margareta,” he said, then paid her and they turned to leave.
“Wait!” she cried. They both turned back. She was dumping the water out onto the ground. “Your friend. He should have his fortune told.”
“No, thanks,” said Jose, shaking his head.
“Free?” she asked hopefully. “Come on, I’m bored too.” At least she sounded normal now.
Jose laughed. “Sure, whatever, if it’s free.” He sat down.
She turned on the taps again. They squeaked even louder than before, but no water came out. She frowned and looked closely at it, then stuck her finger in. Ryan frowned, confused. She opened the taps as far as they could go, then slapped the whole contraption. Then she looked up and into Jose’s eyes.
She leapt up, knocking over her table and bowl, and ran screaming out of the fair.
Did you enjoy this story? You can see all my fiction posted at Dreamwidth!
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