The Backward Gypsy (1/4)

"Ah, come een, come een! I am Madam Viitor. Velcome!"

I stepped up into the ramshackle wooden wagon. Madam Viitor sat at a table with a crystal ball on top of it, stroking it like a summertime lover.

I paid her the money and sat at the table opposite her.

"Now, you vant to see your future? Let us gaze into the mystic crystal ball."

She peered into the glass.

"I see a man in a blue car driving up to a vooden vagon. He gets out and drops his sunglasses."

"That was me. That happened like two minutes ago."