Fortune.
Two women driving across the country in wintertime stop at an old farmhouse that has been converted into a palmreader's shop. For fun, they go in for a reading and what they find is both interesting and disturbing to them. They don't find the truth. They don't find any magic. They find a seemingly crazy black woman that appears to be holding a young white boy hostage.
It's as if this kid is the "muse" for the palmreader. The two women find the situation harmless but even so, as they leave the house after a strange afternoon with the woman and young boy, they step back into the harsh cold that the farmhouse was at least a refuse from.
There was something beautiful and eerie about this story. I can't quite put my finger on it just yet. Perhaps this is a blogpost I will revisit upon further contemplation. Nice work!
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