Helping Hand

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?

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” So you can look at my hand and see my future?”

Her name was Aminda Rava and she assured me she could do just that.

” All of these little lines mean something?”

Miss Rava said with a bright smile, “Among other things.”

” Go ahead.” I offered up my left hand.

” Is that your dominant hand?”

” My what?”

“Is that the hand you write with?”

” No.”

” I need to read your right hand then.”

I kept my smile carefully arranged on my face.

It was too late to back out.

I gave her my right hand.

Miss Rava looked at my hand, she read what was there and she looked slowly up into my face.

” Did it tell you anything?” I asked.

The Palm Reader shook her head. ” Not a word.”

” Are  you sure.” I grabbed her hand and held it tight. ” Not a word?”

” Nothing.” She insisted.

I offered her my left hand.

” Read this one.”

” I think. I think that wouldn’t be such a good idea.”

” Why on Earth not.”

” Your hand. Your hand.  It’s…

I leaned close and whispered into Aminda Rava’s ear- which was pieced six or seven times. “It says it’s not my hand.”

She looked confused.

I held my right  hand up. ” Blabbermouth.” I told it.

” I’d chop this one off too but do you know how hard it is to find a good fit?” I asked Miss Rava

I looked down at Aminda’s hand and when I looked up into her eyes…

I was smiling.

She was not.

” It’s almost impossible”

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