Bathroom Monologue: Sky Reader Meets Skeptic

Her advert claimed she’d read your future in the sky. Not mere astrology, but the specific stars above your head tonight. One skeptic called her bluff. One part fate and one part mockery, they met on Friday the 13th. One part her embarrassment and one part his, it was overcast. They tried again one Monday. It rained. He joked this meant he'd die; she was serious that she didn't know. She tracked down his work place and loitered until he got out that night. 'Fine,' he said, telling her to get the scam over with. But she pointed up. Clouds had rolled in thick and tall since sundown. The sky reader worried of gods gone blind; the skeptic shrugged off barometric pressure. She wanted to pursue. He wanted to make his meeting in Seattle. She didn’t hear from him again for a week. Then she got the paper. Sitting under a full moon and clear sky, she read about his flight passing through an electrical storm.