This episode features not just “three things,” but also a challenge from The Daily Prompt, “Life Line: You’re on a long flight, and a palm reader sitting next to you insists she reads your palm. You hesitate, but agree. What does she tell you?” (It was posted Monday the 12th, if you’re looking for it.) I’m twisting it to my own needs, leaving out what I can’t use for the story, but since Pip (aka Paisley) is a palm reader, I couldn’t resist.
Today’s “three things” are from Mary, an author in Michigan. Be sure to check out her work. As always you can check out the full story (thus far) on the page dedicated to it, The Three Things Serial Story.
Three Things Serial Continued
6. Search, Cocoa, Fox
Even though Boris said it wasn’t important, I knew that it was. Whatever or whomever he saw had really shook him up. His eyes searched the crowd and everything within sight. His gaze lingered on a rich looking white-haired woman wearing a fox fur stole. After a moment he seemed to satisfy himself about whatever it was, and he looked away.
When a police car rolled up, siren blaring, I realized that the crowd wasn’t just congregating near the theatre door. Something had happened. Boris must have picked up on that before the rest of us. When the police car stopped, one of the coppers waved at Frankie and smiled.
“I know that guy. I’ll go find out what’s going on,” Frankie said and ran off before anybody could say boo.
Even though Boris said he was fine, he looked pale and twitchy. The strangeness had not escaped Mona’s notice. She was always nice to Boris, but I thought she was a little condescending about it. I knew she didn’t like his accent. She’d said as much. Sometimes I wondered if she had a crush on him, but at the same time she thought he wasn’t the “right sort” for her. What I mean is she felt conflicted. Before I knew it, Mona hurried over and made Boris sit back down inside the Studebaker. He slumped down in the seat, and she put her hand to his brow. Then she sort of looked around to see if anyone was paying any attention. Yep. She was conflicted alright.
Everyone was getting a little nervous. So I decided to put my skills to use and distract them. Well, you remember that I read palms, don’t you? I’d never done a reading for Boris, so I offered to read his palm. He smiled politely and agreed, though he seemed more interested in covertly peeping up over the car window at whatever was going on in front of the theatre.
I took his hand and placed it face up in my own. Boris had a pretty interesting palm. “Your Saturn line begins very late,” I said in puzzlement, because I knew Boris had been very successful in ballet. Then of course he was injured, ending his career. “I always assumed you must miss the ballet terribly… but do you?”
To my astonishment he gave me a sad little smile. “It is not the dance I miss.”
“Your Saturn line tells me that you have not yet found your true vocation. Your lifeline is strong.” As I continued looking at has hand, I was more and more intrigued. Boris was not at all what I expected, leastwise not based on his palm. “And you tend to accept your lover totally, despite any eccentricities or imperfections.”
My interpretation brought teasing oohs and aahs from the rest of the group. Mona looked particularly interested, and then she turned beet red.
Just then Frankie trotted up behind me. “Hey, you promised to read mine,” Frankie protested, and nudged me playfully with his elbow. “I’ll buy you some cocoa if you do.” I whispered to the fireman that Boris seemed really upset and I thought he could use a distraction.
“Did you find out anything?” Andy wanted to know. So did the rest of us.
“Sure did. There was a group of Russian big wigs here in town for some business or other. Then they came here after a fancy dinner. And then one of ‘em got shot!”
“Oh how awful!” Mona exclaimed. “Boris, is there any chance you know any of these people? After all, you were a celebrity with the Ballets Russes.”
“No. No, it would not be anyone I know,” Boris sad flatly in a tone that brooked no argument. Then he turned away and looked off into space.
6 thoughts on “Three Things Serial: 6 – Search, Cocoa, Fox”
Very very interesting… keep going!
It’s nice of you to stop by, Sonal — and thanks very much! Feel free to send “3 things” to help keep the story going — whatever pops into your head. :o)
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This is great, Teagan. Keep it going!
Thanks Mary — I’m so happy that you came by to comment. And thanks again for the “things.”