Great expectations (short story)

"That's odd, said the old woman, your future is perfectly clear"

 

Jane handed the old woman her money. She tucked it away and gazed into her crystal ball.
For a while, she was silent. Then, she was confused. Jane felt uncomfortable.

“That’s odd, said the old woman, your future is perfectly clear: You will meet a normal man. He will be not too tall, not too smart, and not too handsome, either. He will be honest, but not always, and he will love you, most of the time. You will come to love him back. You will have children. They will be not too tall, not too smart, and not too handsome, either. You will grow old and, one day, you will die.”

“That’s it?!?”

“That’s it.”

Jane left the psychic parlor feeling absolutely devastated. Briefly, she considered suicide, but never seriously.

She worked. She traveled. She went sky diving, once. She met a man. She fell in love. She had children. She grew old and, one day, she died.

 

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