Where?
The palm reader took more than money when she grasped my hand; she spoke of a tire swing of love: chaos reigned until the right one sat beside me. As her eyes focused deeper, she said it was someone I knew but didn’t; then, she vanished, whispering another mumble. I can only find a glimpse of scarlet hair.
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A glimpse of scarlet hair is a nice ending to this story. Fortune tellers usually take the money and run, in my opinion and are never right about when you’ll find love. You’re better off finding this girl on your own. Hope all is well.
how well do we know anyone anyway?
Oh how exciting and I love “the glimpse of scarlet hair”
you just cant know anything about anyone..
it is so weird!
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we all look for that special someone who seems to vanish like a wispy mist. It is a different being in each phase of our lives. I call it hope for a better tomorrow.
Short and sweet – and mysterious. Nice writing.
May the chaos not be too threatening before she appears beside you.
I love this piece.
Scarlet hair is SUCH a draw and those fine palm readers vanish without and ending.