The Psychic of the Village sat on a
plush red chair inside her shop on 6th Avenue right off Houston St. She
was wearing a purple tracksuit and chewed gum as she stared at her iPhone. On
the small table next to her were a stack of tarot cards and some candles. She
was going to tell me my future. Not my whole future. That would require a $75 tarot
card reading. Instead I opted for the $10 face reading. She would tell me all about myself just by looking at my face.
She looked at me and told me I will
live a long and happy life. That’s a relief. I will have a successful career and
my work will involve people. That’s so vague, how could it not be true? And there
was more good news: I have many admirers. One in particular stood out to her. There was an age gap
between the mystery admirer and me. I asked if the admirer was older or
younger. The Psychic of the Village told me it could be either one, she wasn’t
sure. Nobody’s perfect.
