Cow Pasture Chronicles : Lines of Hope

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Sybil didn’t know whether she believed in this stuff or not as she walked through the beaded and taking the seat across from the gypsy woman. She squirmed under the scrutiny of the woman’s stare; did she really want to know?

Bracelets jangled as the woman stretched her hand, palm up across the table, motioning Sybil to relinquish her own. The woman ran a jeweled finger across each line in her hand, studying each with an intensity that unnerved Sybil before speaking.

“The things you seek are not to be, but do not be disheartened, change is coming and with it a new beginning worthy of the wait you’ve endured,” she said offering Sybil her first smile and a ray of hope.