Palms

Flash Fiction

Palms

Rainy day, stuck in the house, Angela and Daisy were bored stiff. They’d actually cleaned their rooms for lack of anything else to do! But here it was, too early for lunch, rooms were clean, and two girls bored stiff.

“Let’s read about our future!” Ange suddenly yelled.

“What? Is it in a book or something?” Daisy

“No, they call it ‘reading’ but it’s looking at somebody’s hand and then telling them what their future is.”

“How?”

“Well, some people read the lines.”

Angela turned her hand over, “This part is your palm. Apparently, it sends thoughts or something, to the person’s head, who’s reading it. Let me try it.

Daisy held out her hands, “Which one?”

“Let’s go with the right since you’re right-handed.”

“OK, here you go!”

Angela looked at Daisy’s hand and traced the lines with her finger. She stopped a few times and looked at her own hand, then back at Daisy’s. Finally, she closed her eyes.

“Did you see my future?” Daisy said.

“I’m not sure… Somehow I seem to feel you’ll do well in school; you’ll get married in your twenties and have two children.”

“You just made that up, right?”

“Well, yes and no. I know that’s what you want, so that part was easy. But I thought something else too, something strange…”

“What? Am I going to be famous? Learn to drive an airplane? Am I going to be rich? What is it?”

“You will write a book, many books actually. You’ll be a famous author!”

“Yuk! Who wants to write books? Don’t we read enough books in school?”

“Yes, but yours will be fun.”

Twenty years later, Daisy published her twelfth book. Angela was flabbergasted, especially since she’d made that whole palm reading thing up when they were kids.