You’re on a long flight, and a palm reader sitting next to you insists she reads your palm. You hesitate, but agree. What does she tell you?
My legs are cramped I am too tired to read, yet sleep still evades me. I stare at the movie wondering how long it will be until our next meal, not because I am hungry, just because it provides a brief half an hour of excitement to break up a 14 hour plane trip. I stare at the old woman sitting in the seat next to me. Her head was back and her mouth open wide as she snored a slow and rhythmic snore. Her mouth and lips were sunken and if her teeth and gums had receded or perhaps she didn’t have any. I studied the many lines on her face and her grey frizzy hair and wondered what she had seen in this world that had made her look so weary and wise. The scarf she wore covering secrets of a life well lived.
I had politely given up my aisle seat earlier so that she could sit down, “Thank you dear,” she had said, “When you get to my age, you need to go to the bathroom a lot and I don’t want to be constantly annoying waking you up during the flight.”
She hadn’t used the bathroom once, meanwhile I had sat there for a good 30 minutes staring at that deeply lined faced, willing her to wake up – unsure how much longer I could possibly hold on until it became absolutely crucial to wake her up.
Finally, she must have felt my desperate eyes boring into her as she woke up and, she turned to see me staring at her, I apologised and told her I am so sorry but I could no longer wait I simply had to go to the bathroom.
On returning to my seat she stared at me, my name is Madame Sabrina she said, give me your hand and I will tell you your future. Really? I was sceptical but we were seven hours into our flight and we still had seven hours until landing I thought at least it will kill some time.
First she said, get a good pension fund you will be around a long time judging by this lifeline of yours. Next she told me this.
In about 6 months’ time you are going to have a chance to have an affair with a man you have had a crush on for a long time, all I can say is this. Don’t do it unless you want endless heartbreak. What am I saying; you are going to whatever the hell you want aren’t you?”
She turned her head the other way and started snoring again. After landing I lost sight of her. My husband met me at the airport to drive me home. We stopped at a set of traffic lights I thought I saw the palmist again; she stared at me as if she were looking directly into my soul. I smirked like I would ever cheat on my husband……