Eva found the flyer in the library. She pulled it from the wall and shoved it in her pocket. She stuffed it away for days until she found the courage to find the address, and step into the brick house with the bronze metal moon and all the stars plastered on the front door.
When the woman emerged, she had a bandanna in her hair, rings on her fingers, and bracelets on her wrists. She was barefoot, and she was humming a familiar tune that Eva knew from somewhere.
“Welcome,” she said with large green eyes that had a hint of gold near the pupil.”Sit down at my table. I know why you are here, child.”
She pulled a tiny piece of hair from Eva’s head and held it near the candlelight. The fortune-teller had requested her birthday and the exact time she was born before she visited. Now, her piece of hair was burning in the flame as the fortune teller closed her eyes and continued humming.
“My child, she says, “ I see your name associated with great things. You will be recognized in the arts. This is your path, one you cannot deny or lose sight of.”
Eva swallows and tries to breathe it all in, this news so many exciting thoughts before the fortune-teller's eyes turn dark and she grabs both of Eva’s hands and begins to chant-chant-chant.
The candles burn on and a cat screeches in the distance. The fortune-teller breathes a long sigh as if all the air has left her body when she whispers, “There is a dark, vast cloud that follows you, child. It is larger than life and it will take you down. You must be aware of your surroundings and you must be brave, stand tall. I am here and I am watching over you.”
And with that, the fortune-teller turned and slipped into the curtain of beads as the light bulb above them flickered.
That night as Eva walked out and into the chilly evening, the sky was black-black. There wasn’t one star to guide her home.