Super Short #1: Someone Teller

“Wait. I see something… they’re saying… hmm… they’re saying that you’re going to grow up to be a big boy. Does that mean anything to you?” said Mona as she peered into her stained coffee mug.
She sloshed it around, looked in again, squinted with one eye, and muttered, “Yep. That’s what the majestic Folgers coffee grounds are saying this morning.” She got up, walked to the coffee pot and poured more into her cup. She stopped for a moment as if she heard something.
She turned back to Jenine, who was sitting at the table wringing her hands as she forced a polite smile. For some reason she couldn’t, or wouldn’t, look at Mona. It was as if she were either terrified of her or disgusted by her. Perhaps it was the combination of both feelings that kept her eyes darting from the ceiling, to the floor, to a spot just next to Mona’s head, and back to the ceiling.
“Oh, you must be kidding,” said Jenine. “I heard you liked to joke around, but will you please take this seriously? I really could use some guidance. I heard you were the best.” She added in that last part to flatter Mona. She had never heard that Mona was the best at anything, especially not at reading fortunes. What she had always heard was that Mona knew everything that went on in that small town, and that if you paid for a reading, that she’d let it slip out and say that some ghosts told her about it, or that she’d heard it in the wind, or whatever. Jenine didn’t care. She just wanted to know the truth.
“So you’re here about your husband, eh?” asked Mona.
“Well… Yes,” Jenine was a little startled. This must be all over town by now if Mona knew about it and could talk about it so easily. “How did you know?”
“I’d say about 90% of my clients come in here wanting to know if their husbands, or boyfriends, or whatever are screwing someone else.”
“And you can tell them if it’s true?”
“Of course I can,” said Mona, “Read the sign.”
She pointed to a sheet of cream colored printer paper hanging on the wall that read “The Mystical Mona Guarantee: Never Wrong, or You Get Your Money Back.” It was handwritten, but it still looked legitimate somehow. It looked as if it would hold up in court.
“So? Is Jim cheating on me?” Jenine gathered all of her right fingers in her left hand and squeezed them together. She took a deep breath in and held it.
Mona stared at her for a moment. She gathered a deck of cards that were scattered all over the table and pulled three out of the deck. She stared at them for a moment and began messaging the crown of her scull. She looked up at Jenine, who was starting to turn white, and caught contact with her gaze for a moment. She couldn’t keep it for long. Jenine’s eyes darted back to the ceiling, but they couldn’t rest there. They moved from object to object in the small dining room. Nothing registered in her mind, and she started getting dizzy. Mona just watched her eyes travel.
“Breathe child. Everything is okay. Your husband isn’t cheating on you… yet,” and with that, she let out an enormous laugh. It sickened Jenine. How could someone be so insensitive? Well, at least her marriage wasn’t in trouble. Mona could be as crude as she wanted just so long as her information was reliable. If not, she could always get her money back.
“Thank you,” she said as she placed two twenty dollar bills on the table. She got up and walked out without another word.
As soon as Mona heard the door close, she walked over to the kitchen, grabbed a mug out of the cupboard and filled it. She walked to the broom closet and opened the door.
“I can’t believe you married that woman” she said. She handed Jim his morning coffee with a wink.
The End















