For today's freewrite, we chose 4 of our random subjects to do in 5 min increments. This quasi-true story unfolded.
During twilight, on an autumn's eve, two friends walked the avenue, and came upon a neon sign in a store window. It was a pink bubble, meant to be a looking glass. The sign said "Come in."
They walked over the threshold of the storefront, and came upon a round table with a long blue tablecloth, and a woman in a bandana, who was a gypsy.
"Come, sit, I tell you everything, give me your hand." she said in a heavy accent.
The twilight came through the store window, making everything look blue.
The friends looked at each other.
"I'm game if you are." one of them said.
The gypsy looked deeply at them , as if to penetrate their very thoughts.
"You have had many troubles, yes?" she said to the blue eyed girl, who looked at her friend, and couldn't help but let a giggle out. The green-eyed girl couldn't contain a laugh.
"I've had a few." she said, trying to be composed.
"There is a man, yes?" the gypsy said.
"Where? Who? the blue eyed one looked around herself, and both of them laughed out loud.
"No laugh." said the gypsy. "Dark energy, this man, yes? He gets angry."
"No, he really doesn't" she told her, an just about lost all faith in the gypsy as being all knowing.
The two friends left the store soon after. The blue eyed one was told that for $20 more she could help take the bad energies away.
The twilight had all but disappeared and the pink bubble glowed in the night.
"Wait," the blue eyed one said, "I want to take a picture of this pink globe thing in the window". Just then, the gypsy lady came out the door. "Come again tomorrow night at the same time, and I will read for both of you, half price."
They looked at each other, said "What the hell." and agreed to return the next evening.
Back at home, they downloaded the picutre of the pink bubble, and it fairly glowed on the computer screen. A lovely shade of pink.
"We'll see if she has anything real to tell us tomorrow, I guess, or we'll just be out ten bucks.
The next evening, at the fall of twilight, they set out for the gypsy'store. The weather was getting cooler now.
They stepped into the store.
"Yes, yes, you come back', the gypsy smiled, and two women peeked out from behind the curtain.
"I tell your fortune together."
She turned over both their palms.
"See?" she pointed at their palms, "Friends for life, but here is a wide space where one goes away for a long long time, but here, they come back together.
The girls looked at each other, wondering which one would go away.
And so it came to pass that the green eyed one met a sailor who would take her to live in California, while the blue eyed one stayed in New York.
Eighteen years would pass before the green eyed one came home again, and now sits beside her friend, writing freewrites at twilight, and sometimes visiting gypsies.
*A free-write is a type of automatic writing, where you just go with your stream of consciousness non-stop. There's no thought to spelling or grammar, and no editing of words. Supposedly this opens the mind up to greater creativity. They can be 5, 10 or 20 minutes long. Suggestions for freewrites are always welcome. Visit Evie, with whom I freewrite, at
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