Your Wish Is My Command
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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
10,846
Reviews:
39
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Gypsy With the Golden Tooth
GYPSY WITH THE GOLDEN TOOTH
“Excuse me… hey, watch it, EXCUSE ME!” But it was no use; no one was listening to little invisible Madison. She roughly shoved a fellow customer aside, but it was too late-the only decent lamp in the entire yard sale had been snatched up. Not caring that people were staring at her, the little college student began to swear and kick the table leg. This was just not her day. “Mother fucker, damn it all to hell, for the love of-!”
“Child.\"
Madison was so startled by the voice beside her ear she banged her elbow on the folding table in surprise; and turning, she found standing beside her the strangest little woman she had ever seen. The woman was so ancient her face was nothing but cobwebed wrinkles and eyes sunk far back into the skull. The thinning hair was pulled back into braids that ran down the length of the little woman\'s old body, and she grinned toothlessly at Madison as if she had been expecting the little college student all her life.
\"Good morrow, my child.\"
\"Um... good morning. Is this your yard sale?\"
\"It is,\" the old lady cackled so hard the bells on her tattered shawl jangled.
\"Oh, well... Could you help me? I\'m really looking for some things for my new... well, relatively new, apartment. Maybe a chair or two, and a lamp...\"
\"Oh!\" the old woman began to shift her weight excitedly from one foot to the other, clapping in joy,\" I knew it, I knew it, a lamp! Oh the day has come at long last!\"
Madison giggled nervously,\" Yeah... a, um, lamp. Have you got one?\"
\"Oh, for you m\'dear, we have a special, special lamp!\" the old lady grinned so widely Madison could see a capped golden tooth all the way in the back of her mouth, and the old woman waved her to follow. Madison did uncertainly; all the way back into the garage, which smelled of incense and cheap fertilizer. The old lady motioned for her to wait, and disappeared into her tumbling house, and Madison did as she was told and waited. She considered for a moment just scraping the whole idea and going to Shopko, but the little old woman seemed to so excited to get rid of this \"special\" lamp; maybe she\'d give Madison an offer she couldn\'t refuse.
After what seemed an eternity, the little lady appeared once more, and carried in her hands an old Arabian oil lamp caked with the grime of years of neglect. She presented it to Madison, though, as if it were the treasure of centuries.
\"I... think you misunderstood, ma\'am. I\'m looking for an electric lamp.\"
\"No! No! You are looking for this!\" the old lady showed the oil lamp into Madison\'s face eagerly. Growing frustrated with each passing moment, she shoved it away,\" No! An ELECTRIC lamp! I don\'t live in a log cabin, I don\'t NEED an old oil lamp!\"
\"No!\" the old lady, too, was growing more frantic and frenzied as she began to follow Madison out the garage,\" This-this is your destiny! Your birthright!\"
\"I really don\'t know what you\'re talking about! I don\'t have any birthrights-\"
\"Ah! But that is because you never knew your parents!\"
The statement hit Madison full in the stomach. She froze, and slowly turned to face the crazy gypsy. \"How did you know that?\" she demanded in a dangerous tone.
But the gypsy only pushed the lamp more insistantly into Madison\'s hands. The college girl could stand it no longer; she snatched the rusty piece of junk from the old lady\'s hands and began to dig in her jeans pockets. \"How much?\" she snapped, cheeks burning.
\"No, no! Free!\" the gypsy with the golden tooth waved her hands, face beaming with joy.
\"Good-cause no one in their right minds would pay to buy this piece of crap!\" and turning on her heel, Madison stormed away from the yard sale, the gypsy\'s woman cackle still ringing in her ears.
“Excuse me… hey, watch it, EXCUSE ME!” But it was no use; no one was listening to little invisible Madison. She roughly shoved a fellow customer aside, but it was too late-the only decent lamp in the entire yard sale had been snatched up. Not caring that people were staring at her, the little college student began to swear and kick the table leg. This was just not her day. “Mother fucker, damn it all to hell, for the love of-!”
“Child.\"
Madison was so startled by the voice beside her ear she banged her elbow on the folding table in surprise; and turning, she found standing beside her the strangest little woman she had ever seen. The woman was so ancient her face was nothing but cobwebed wrinkles and eyes sunk far back into the skull. The thinning hair was pulled back into braids that ran down the length of the little woman\'s old body, and she grinned toothlessly at Madison as if she had been expecting the little college student all her life.
\"Good morrow, my child.\"
\"Um... good morning. Is this your yard sale?\"
\"It is,\" the old lady cackled so hard the bells on her tattered shawl jangled.
\"Oh, well... Could you help me? I\'m really looking for some things for my new... well, relatively new, apartment. Maybe a chair or two, and a lamp...\"
\"Oh!\" the old woman began to shift her weight excitedly from one foot to the other, clapping in joy,\" I knew it, I knew it, a lamp! Oh the day has come at long last!\"
Madison giggled nervously,\" Yeah... a, um, lamp. Have you got one?\"
\"Oh, for you m\'dear, we have a special, special lamp!\" the old lady grinned so widely Madison could see a capped golden tooth all the way in the back of her mouth, and the old woman waved her to follow. Madison did uncertainly; all the way back into the garage, which smelled of incense and cheap fertilizer. The old lady motioned for her to wait, and disappeared into her tumbling house, and Madison did as she was told and waited. She considered for a moment just scraping the whole idea and going to Shopko, but the little old woman seemed to so excited to get rid of this \"special\" lamp; maybe she\'d give Madison an offer she couldn\'t refuse.
After what seemed an eternity, the little lady appeared once more, and carried in her hands an old Arabian oil lamp caked with the grime of years of neglect. She presented it to Madison, though, as if it were the treasure of centuries.
\"I... think you misunderstood, ma\'am. I\'m looking for an electric lamp.\"
\"No! No! You are looking for this!\" the old lady showed the oil lamp into Madison\'s face eagerly. Growing frustrated with each passing moment, she shoved it away,\" No! An ELECTRIC lamp! I don\'t live in a log cabin, I don\'t NEED an old oil lamp!\"
\"No!\" the old lady, too, was growing more frantic and frenzied as she began to follow Madison out the garage,\" This-this is your destiny! Your birthright!\"
\"I really don\'t know what you\'re talking about! I don\'t have any birthrights-\"
\"Ah! But that is because you never knew your parents!\"
The statement hit Madison full in the stomach. She froze, and slowly turned to face the crazy gypsy. \"How did you know that?\" she demanded in a dangerous tone.
But the gypsy only pushed the lamp more insistantly into Madison\'s hands. The college girl could stand it no longer; she snatched the rusty piece of junk from the old lady\'s hands and began to dig in her jeans pockets. \"How much?\" she snapped, cheeks burning.
\"No, no! Free!\" the gypsy with the golden tooth waved her hands, face beaming with joy.
\"Good-cause no one in their right minds would pay to buy this piece of crap!\" and turning on her heel, Madison stormed away from the yard sale, the gypsy\'s woman cackle still ringing in her ears.