Written by Teresa Dean Smeigh
copyright August 2015
Mattie Ray looked down upon the town in the valley that was soon to be her home. As she stood there she sensed that someone was in the area although she couldn’t see where.
Mattie was a clairvoyant, but not a strong one. She never really practiced her skill any more than to tell fortunes at local carnivals. She got enough right to astonish people and that is what she hoped to do here in Maysville. Open a small shop and make just enough to live on. She had no real desire to really see into the future. Futures can be so messy.
Hopping back into her little car she slowly started down the road into Maysville. There was only one road in and out of the town and there were a few small dirt roads that bi-sected the main street that held little cottages. One of which she had just bought along with a small shop on the main street.
Slowly entering the town itself she headed towards her cottage. She wanted to set up there first and then the store.She had shipped her belongings to the cottage in advance so nothing, but a few important items were in the car.
It really was tiny compared to the others on the street, but she lived alone with her cat Night Shade and it was just big enough for her. She didn’t need anything fancy. The shop in town wasn’t any bigger. Luckily a tiny shop opened up in town.
She spent the afternoon setting the cottage to rights and tomorrow morning she would work on the little store. Night Shade just sniffed around the area.
The next morning, bring and early Mattie headed to the small store. Mattie took out the key and opened the door. It was musty in there, a closed up feeling. She left the door open and looked for a back door and maybe some windows she could open and let the fresh air in.
Mattie got that tingling sense that someone was in the area again, but she didn’t see anyone directly in the area. She wondered what it was. She had to work hard and be up close to pick up a signal on someone.
Shrugging it off, she went back to work. By noon the store was sorted to her liking and she hung her sign in the window to advertise and an open sign. She has a few people peek in, but no one entered all day. Oh well tomorrow was another day. People didn’t know her well yet.
The next afternoon she arrived and opened the store. She had one customer and did her usual carnival style reading. The woman left happily enough.
As the day wore on she sensed someone again. The sense was getting stronger and not weakening this time.
Vivianne strolled in the front door and the sense became stronger. Vivianne was dressed like the town harlot. She walked to the chair on her side of the small table and sat. Mattie just stared at her. She never felt anyone this strong. She was a bit worried as the sense she got was not good, but evil.
Vivianne said, “Sit, let’s get on with this reading.”
Mattie made herself move to the table and sit. Vivianne just watched as Mattie’s thoughts were open on her face. Vivianne laughed and said, “Nice to meet you Mattie. I have been waiting a long time for this.”
Mattie went to get out of the chair, her senses reeling when Vivianne pulled out a small dagger and thrust it into Mattie’s chest. “Check and mate, my dear. There is room for only one clairvoyant in this town sister.” She laughed as Mattie bled out on the floor. Then she sauntered out.
Two words are offered each week for consideration. Each word has a similar definition, but one is more expressive. You can pick either word, or both, to use in your story.
“The most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do.” ~ Thomas Jefferson
1. Go write something using the prompt – fiction, poetry, thrillers, fantasy, romance, personal memoir… anything.
2. Use either prompt, in any tense or form, as long as it’s grammatically correct.
3. Try to keep your missive to 700 words or less, but don’t worry too much about length, we won’t count.
4. Come back here to link up in the comment section below.
5. Deadline to enter Sunday, midnight CST (5 a.m. Monday GMT).
6. Only one entry per person.
“Vatic“ and/or “Clairvoyant”:
[adj] describing or predicting what will happen in the future