A Spirited Life

Shirley looked at the heavy clear quartz sphere that sat in the centre of a deep purple velvet cloth upon a round table, and then brought her eyes up to the young girl who sat opposite who didn’t move, her eyes fixed on the globe.

Eventually, the girl sighed, sat upright, sighed again, locked her eyes onto Shirley, and said, slowly, ‘no, I’m not getting it… I don’t have the access to the realm that you have.’

‘Nonsense,’ Shirley replied gently, ‘of course you do… everyone does… now look again, not exactly in and not exactly around… relax your eyes and look with your mind… try to feel what you’re seeing. ‘

‘I can’t,’ the girl said, ‘my gifts must work differently to yours because of where I’m from… oh, your next person for a message is just about to walk through the door.’

The girl stood, walked around to the back of Shirley, fading from view as she did so, and whispered ‘mention the trinket box’ in her ear.

The client walked into the room and sat opposite Shirley in the seat vacated by the girl; Shirley looked into her crystal ball for a couple of seconds, and began her message with ‘I have to mention a trinket box…’ as the client’s eyes widened.

Posted for Six Sentence Stories. This week, Denise has chosen Access as the prompt word.