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I now have zero faith in this idea
Fortune telling as a career
Wanted a gift on Christmas Eve
The tented lady was out to deceive
Your love will like this, promised me
And held out a ring for me to see
The ring was odd, a large ruby stone
Thought maybe my love would like to own
A gem like this, a special dark red
It was cloudy with sparkles spread
Paid the woman with no slight
Said, I hope your prediction’s right
Wrapped the ring with special string
Hoped she thought I was her king
Right away she was enamored
Put it on and then it lost its glamour
A curse upon it did a trick
Heard a scream, watched the ring inflict
Transformation from human to witch
The fortune teller caused a glitch
My love was my beauty no more
Went back to the tent for a gory chore
Tore it down with the woman inside
Along with her tent, the teller died.
Some think my love has the teller’s form
I admit she’s far from the norm
But still my love and I’ll never leave
Beauty was all the teller reaved.
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https://sundayphotofiction.com/2019/12/01/sunday-photo-fiction-dec-01-2019/
http://fivedotoh.com/2019/12/02/fowc-with-fandango-inflict/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/12/02/zero/
The Bag Lady 