Here is today’s prompt: Binding Judgment. Does it ever make sense to judge a book by its cover-literally or metaphorically? Continuing on with the blog challenge.
*Please excuse the rugged format. WP and formatting are in mercury retrograde. Perfectionism is not my problem right now-not that it ever was! 🙂
“When someone shows you who they are believe them the first time” –Maya Angelou
Based on a true story:
She wears a beige and maroon checkered blouse, reminding me of my Michigan farm aunts. I search her face wondering if she’d shopped in here before. About mid- fifties, solid, healthy and she wears her hair gray hair sensibly. Nothing about her is forced. I trust her. She stands at the counter watching me check out her groceries, shifting her weight briefly. She’s chosen just-delivered d’anjou pears, fresh almonds, a few flavored yogurts, and a bag of this season’s newest apricots.
“It’s a great crop this year” I say, nodding towards the apricots.
“California living at its finest.” She answers with a twinkle. “They smell delicious!”
The early summer breeze drifts in through the open door of the produce market. I can see right out into the parking lot out towards the feed store, and for a moment I feel like I’m in a faded dream. Then I remember a phrase from the book of poems I’m reading. I can’t wait to read it at lunch. I’m also just a little excited. Maybe Clayton, the feed store owner’s son, will be loading the hay trucks today.
My customer scoops up her groceries.
“Do you have a minute?” she asks, “I want to tell you something.”
“Sure,” I respond, “I can take a break.”
We move our conversation outside to the outdoor tables.
“Do you believe in psychics?” asks the matronly lady suddenly.
“Well….I don’t know. I think there’s something to it.” I’m getting jingly shiver-like goose bumps.
“My name is Irma,” she said calmly, “I work as a registered nurse over at Baker Hospital…and… I’m a psychic…a clairvoyant. Can I look at your hand for a moment?”
I’m m just a little embarrassed about the scar on my left forearm. Something twinkles in the corner of my right eye. Her hands are soft and warm.
“I see that you are a writer…and that you work with your hands…a painter. ” She continues, “ and… you, too, have the gift of being seer.”
I have a new friend it seems, and a way to explore the topic I’ve been hiding.Somehow I know she’ll be back to the store and that we will talk again.
Journal prompt: Write a dialogue about someone you’ve met in real life. Have you ever had a feeling about someone, like you’ve known them all your life, and you trust (or don’t trust) them?
Copyright © 2014 Susan E Rowland
2 thoughts on “Binding Judgment: The Seer”
I just plain like your story. If this were the first few words of a novel I’d keep on going. The easy connection between you and Irma invited me right into your story. Fine writing.
Thank you, thank you! This is part of my memoir and aside from the name changes everything is true. The blog challenge is turning out to be a good thing. I appreciate the comment.