Monday, October 30, 2017

Secret Basement Lab Alphabet: V is for VISIONS OF DARKNESS


V is for VISIONS OF DARKNESS

There was a noticeable heat building behind Carla’s face. It wasn’t anger or frustration, but the actual heat of the small room, bare save the covered table with the ball, and the overpowering stink of whatever incense was burning in the ceramic burner on the side table to the left. That and the increasing embarrassment she was succumbing to as the minutes dragged on, and this old faker gave her banal generalities for forecast as she traced the lines in Carla’s palm with dried-up fingertips.
 She hadn’t even wanted her fortune told. It wasn’t a novelty she’d normally acquiesce to, but it had been a birthday gift from her stepmother.
“I believe I’ve given you all that I can from your palm, dear. Now, let us consult the crystal ball.”
Madame Rosa closed her eyes and bowed her head, kneading the air around the curvature of the ball. Suddenly the interior of the ball lit up. Probably done with a foot-activated switch, no doubt, Carla mused.
“There is something…”
Carla had to admit, the old bag certainly had the carnie palm reader bit down pat. She was giving Maria Ouspenskaya a run for her money.
Madame Rosa froze, her eyelids retracting. Slowly her face tilted upwards, gaping dumbly at Carla.
“A bat!”
“A bat?” Carla repeated. “What kind of a bat? What about it?”
“A large bat. It’s coming for you dear. Oh my, oh my. I see visions of darkness in your future child!”
Carla was getting a bit frightened.
“What do you mean?” she begged.
“Leave this place, child. Hide somewhere. Something evil is hunting for you, and it aims to have you!”

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