A halo of steel circles widening in a blue oasis that quiver during sad movies and blink out droplets of the sea. You lick the salt away and wipe them one by one. A black hue has formed, caking up your crystal views and clouding the horizons. You close them gently. They are protected in a delicate compartment full of candy land dreams & diamond caviar. Once they reopen they will shine bright and cast out shades of cognac blue, surrounded by a myriad of black fringe. And nothing will stop them from giving you clarity, perception and a new life -except you.
A Fortunate Investment
Anthony furrowed his brow. His cheeks crinkled, lips pursed. The turban wrapped around his skull slipped forward as he nodded vigorously. "Good, good. Open just a bit wider, please."
Timothy huffed and pushed up his eyelids with fingers. "I can't!"
The tent was dark, with purple drapes and carpets laid out strategically. A crystal ball swirled languidly between the two men, their only source of light. Timothy saw no change in its speed or consistency, but suddenly Anthony sat up straight and grinned, looking between the ball and Timothy's eyes.
"Your cat is eight years old!"
Groaning, Timothy fell back into his seat and rubbed his eyes. "That's it? Seriously? Tony, nobody is going to believe that you're an actual fortune teller. Just cut your losses. Besides, you already knew about my cat. It doesn't count."
"No, no. I saw a funny looking swirl that made an eight, and after that, the outline of a cat's whiskers and ears! It's definitely a sign."
"Then why in the world were you having me open my eyes so wide? You were only looking at the ball thingy."
Anthony frowned and huffed. "Duh. The eyes are the window to the soul."