Madame Petunia, clairvoyant and fortune-teller, after enjoying many years having her palm crossed with credit cards and large denomination notes, was exposed as a charlatan. She’d assured gullible clients there were tall strangers and holidays ahead, not a virus and lock-downs. They demanded refunds.
In the dead of night, under cover of darkness, she slunk away, with her headscarf recycled as a mask.
She lives beside the sea now, making mosaics with abandoned, shattered crystal balls.