Unforeseen Forfeiture (POW)

The fortune teller sat across from the old woman and said how fortunate you

are to be here today. A wry smile crept over her face, thinking how fortunate

am I that I have this unforeseen opportunity to take you for everything you

have.

She was a forecaster of the future. A foreteller of all foreboding tales,

forbidding good fortune from sneaking in. Always leave them wanting more

was her motto. She asked the unfortunate old woman if she wanted to foretell

her fortune, by having her tea leaves or her palm read, or perhaps have her

perform her greatest of feats and commune with a former lover, passed on.

The informed woman, fortunately showing misinformed feelings, for the small

fortune this was costing her, didn't want forecasts of doom, but

it was a foregone conclusion from the looks of things, that this was

just an informational forerunner of sessions , to formulate how many times

she could afford to visit this crazy old crone.

She pushed her sleeve up her forearm, extended her hand, touching

the forlorn witch with her forefinger and said read my palm. The fortuneteller

told her to cross her palm with silver, and with forbearance, the old

woman opened her purse and put a few bills in the old crones hand. The

wrinkled forehead with one eyebrow cocked forward, forewarned the old

woman the crone was not happy with the amount, and pulled her forearm

back, as if to leave, but she felt a tug on her hand, and the old crone forged

ahead with the palm reading. She studied the hand carefully, looking at

all the deep furrowed lines in it, and thought to herself, I could forecast

your demise, but then you would not return or forward any more clients to me,

so I will tell you you will live forever, that you will have good fortune,

that I see the foreshadow of a former lover waiting for you and you will feel

transformed

Of course that is not really what I see, I see you formulating a big bill,

forfeiting your soul to me, forgetting that I am formidable and foregoing all

your fears, you will never be your former self again.

The predictions came forth performed well and the old woman watching the

performance wished she had a pitchfork to stick into this unforgivable old crone.

Fortified with information transforming her, and reinforcing her will , summoned

her fortitude and forced herself to look the old crone forthright in the eye.

You have forsaken me, I can't forgive you, I won't forget you made

me uncomfortable. Be forewarned, I am part of law enforcement the

undercover workforce, out of uniform.

Therefore you're informed you have forfeited your rights to tell the fortunes

of the less fortunate and I am foretelling your future that unless you conform

to the law and not give out misinformation, you are forbidden to see

clients, a foregone conclusion without any foreplay.

You can bet the fort on that.