Thursday, September 08, 2005

55 Fiction Fridays: Crystal Ball

Friday, thanggod.

He stared intently at his palm, analyzing the lines, folds and wrinkles, as if they could speak his mistakes and missteps aloud. “If the head line is connected to the heart line, then…” Someone had ripped out the next page. Now he’d never plumb his inner depths, or understand the hand Fate had dealt him.

1 comment:

Neel Mehta said...

Nice choice of words in that last sentence.