The room was so dark I could barely see my fingertips as the only light that illuminated surrounded her like a halo, which was ironic for her trade was far from one of holiness. “You can place your hands before me like so.” How had I gotten myself into this unimaginable scene of looking for answers from the spirits of the great beyond, if it’s not clear enough I’m a skeptic? I would obviously do anything for Zelda hence my being in this place.
“So what brings you into my room of mysteries” her voice laid over me with its exotic notes of temptation and risk just as Zelda’s did. “Shouldn’t you know?” I ask her bluntly as to make it clear that I would not fall for the lies to follow as I trace my hands over the elaborate tapestries hanging around. There’s silence as the room begins to lighten up to reveal the Gothic architecture. For women that sold lies her parlor of tricks was lavishly furnished as gold pieces glimmered from the candles light by her. I watch her long black lace dress dragged by her in a ritual motion as her fingers gently passed light on from one candle to the next. “I see you watch me like an officer integrating a suspect.” My eyes they gaze over to the table she has set with cards laid out in a precise form. “Do you suspect me of something Kira?” I look into her dark eyes as to assure her that I’m not one to fall for false tricks and words of magic. “Do you not want me to look at you, Miss Claudia?”
She wonders off into the corner of the room leaving petals from her floral crown in her trail. “You can watch me all you want. I have no issues with eyes hovering over me.” I didn’t know how to take her statement as it came across as a temptress or seductress trying to hiding many secrets. “I can see you have no fear of unwanted eyes falling upon you.” Miss Claudia came across to me as a simple character. Women desperate for attention and filled with smoke and mirrors to play a role afraid to be herself.
Her hand flickered her raven hair letting it sweep the red and gold sofa she laid across sipping on some vibrantly crystal drink. “So shall we begin your reading?” her exotic voice boomed quietly across the room to me. I head towards the table ready for the gimmick to begin. One thing for sure this would be a crazy story to mock Zelda with as her wanderer’s mind believing in the impossible would not meet truth and science.
Miss Claudia’s assistance enters and begins to dim the candles out leaving a scent of burning smoke. “Please place your hands over the cards.” Miss Claudia directed her poised hands over mine as to feel some psychic vibration. I sit in silence but my eyes in deep conversation with the scenery in search of faults.
Source: Writing Prompt #100