Turn left, come in, enter my emporium. Your future I will sell to you. Visions of most perfect clarity, rendered before your very eye, that will show you your path, make clear what you will have to do.
I entered, I saw, I discovered, I locked the door behind me.
You see, once revealed, the future is set. Once seen, it cannot be undone. Just like the past the future becomes.
But, stuck up in my own head, watching my life again as if on a cinema screen, I cannot warn you of this.
I cannot scream:
“DON’T TURN LEFT!”
Written for Friday Fictioneers, and ultimately a very short rewrite of this story, from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories):
PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin
Thanks for the warning. Of course, as we all know, knowing the future is a curse, not a blessing
ReplyDeleteIndeed - often it is presented as a possibility to avoid, but I'm always a bit more negative
DeleteNicely done. :)
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DeleteOh, well done, I especially like, 'it becomes'.
ReplyDeleteThank you
DeleteRight. Some things cannot be unseen. :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks
DeleteOoh, I like this mindbender. Good one!
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