Rosie Gold

Sitting at her booth, a crystal ball sat in front of her, a deck of laminated cards spead out before her as her hands would travel along them. you couldnt help but stare, allured to her practice, her eyes would then instantly shoot a glance to yours, almost beckoning you as you found your way walking over, a small gentle smile playing on her face why so sad?..her voice was soft and tender as she spoke, her hand gracefully gesturing to the seat in front of her booth here, have a seat..