"I can see your death," said the fortune-teller as she held the woman's hand, reading her palm. She always foretold of death. And she was always right-- always!
"How will I die?" said the woman, alarmingly.
"You'll be run over by a car," the fortune-teller said. "Be careful."
Fidgetingly she handed the bill and left.
On the street the light turned red. She waited on the sidewalk. Cars were passing by. Then she felt a force on her back. She sprawled into the street: a car hit her. And her blood scattered everywhere. Shouts erupted. The fortune-teller was among the crowd, grinning.
"How will I die?" said the woman, alarmingly.
"You'll be run over by a car," the fortune-teller said. "Be careful."
Fidgetingly she handed the bill and left.
On the street the light turned red. She waited on the sidewalk. Cars were passing by. Then she felt a force on her back. She sprawled into the street: a car hit her. And her blood scattered everywhere. Shouts erupted. The fortune-teller was among the crowd, grinning.
