Happy Monday, friends!
It’s a busy start to the week for me, so today’s intro is going to be even shorter than usual. Let’s hop right to it:
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— Sarina Langer (@sarinalanger) August 31, 2017
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“Are you sure she can help me?”
“Yeah, definitely! What’s up?” Vince punched him in the shoulder. “Don’t you trust me?”
Dan smiled but knew he couldn’t hide his nerves. He didn’t believe in people who read your fortune or saw your future in tea leaves or things like that. Of course, anything worked on Vince, but Vince was superstitious as hell.
It wasn’t that he was starting to have cold feet. You couldn’t really change your mind when you’d never believed something would work in the first place, unless you were proven wrong. So why was he nervous? He’d been indifferent this morning, but actually arriving on the oracle’s front lawn and staring at her violet door had changed something.
“Come on,” said Vince. “The sooner you go in the sooner you’ll know if any pretty girls are coming your way!”
Dan sighed, but waited behind Vince while his friend knocked. He wasn’t even sure how he’d phrase his question.
“Why bother knocking? Doesn’t she just know we’re here or something?”
“She sees the future, mate. She’s not a CCTV camera.”
A middle-aged woman answered the door. Dan had expected someone in a long flowing dress and oversized earrings, maybe with a flashy choker and bright hair, but Sybil looked normal. Just jeans, a t-shirt, and brown hair tied back in a short pony tail.
“Good to see you again, Vince. And you must be Dan?”
He shook her hand. “I am. Nice to meet you. Can I call you Sybil, or…?” Vince hadn’t mentioned a surname.
She laughed. “Oh no, I’m not Sybil! Please, if you follow me, my daughter is waiting for you in the conservatory.”
The house looked normal, too, but then he wasn’t sure what he’d expected. A bright red trailer in an overgrown garden, maybe? Not family photos on the walls, or potted daisies on the tables.
Dan had to admit to being disappointed. Vince had oversold it.
“Go on in. I’ll get you boys a cup of tea.”
Before Dan could object–he preferred a strong, dark coffee–she was gone, and Vince ushered him inside.
A little girl no older than seven sat at the centre of the bright glass ceiling conservatory. The floor and walls were white, and under the sunshine she almost looked angelic with her light blonde hair, pale skin, and tiny frame.
The table was empty. No tarot cards, or anything mystic.
“Please,” said Sybil, “take a seat.”
Her voice was childish, but her tone was more mature than any he’d ever heard. Vince gave him a nudge, and Dan sat in the chair opposite her.
“Now what? Do I tell you my life story, or do you tell me?”
She smiled, warm as the sunshine filling the conservatory.
“Relax, and let me in.”
“I have no idea what you mean. Let you in h-”
The room disappeared, and everything was bright. No glass roof, no white painted walls, no singing of birds outside. There was nothing around him, even his own body had vanished. He couldn’t see her, but he knew she was there, searching, prodding, tugging until–
You are not like other humans, are you? You know you’re not, but you don’t understand it. That’s why you didn’t know how to ask your question. You don’t know who you are. Go to the forest ten miles south of here. Find the pond at its centre. Don’t tell your friend. Come alone. It’ll be our little secret.
The conservatory was back, and Dan sagged into the back of the chair.
“Exciting times are ahead. Embrace chance when it presents itself.”
“What the–” The hell had happened?
Vince clapped Dan on the back and grinned. “See, I told you she was good! Exciting times, mate! I told you, you meet a girl!”
So Vince didn’t know. Sybil smiled at him and gave him the smallest nod.
“Thank you. I, erm, I guess we go now?”
“Yeah, come on. We got to find this girl you’re going to meet!”
Dan hadn’t even known there was a pond, but he knew the forest. Should he go? He didn’t understand what happened, but his whole life had been like that. If there were answers in the forest… But what if there weren’t? What if she was a con?
He sighed as they stepped outside, and Vince chatted away about going to town and meeting the girl of his dreams. If Sybil was a con, there was no harm in looking. Vince had paid for this, and then it had only cost him a tenner. If she was a con, she wasn’t exactly an expensive one.
Dan had nothing to lose, and answers to gain.
“Listen, mate, thanks for this, but I think I’ll pass on going into town. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”
“What? But it’s–”
Dan slammed the car door shut, and drove. Vince didn’t live far away, he could walk back.
The forest wasn’t far, and it was still early. He could reach the pond by lunch time, and see for himself whether there were any answers to be found or not.
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