8

The Spiritualist’s home was an abandoned truck on a quiet street on the outskirts of the city. It was situated a kilometre away from the street, resting behind a backdrop of trees that led into the woods.

A gas station, an ATM stand, a call booth, and an average standard motel, were the neighboring structures around the area.

Zee sighted a worn-out-looking vehicle parked outside the truck turned home. It told her that the Spiritualist was around. A rustic handmade wooden marquee before the house proclaimed the words- Know Thy Future.

Zee often wondered how the woman could live like that. Well, it was not her business. After all, people like that were often kind of spooky.

It was ironic how they often claim to see the future but still live like paupers. She regretted getting herself involved with this kind of darkness.

Lucky Inara, she thought. She wished she were in Inara’s shoes right now. At least, she would not be thinking abo