Ahh, to know the future. To peek ahead, to know how our lives will turn out. What’s the harm? Certainty is so much more comfortable than uncertainty.
But certainty has a dark side. In my latest story for Short Fiction Break, a palm reader’s certainty about her future has cut her off from her present. When an acquaintance suddenly puts a crack in that certainty, the power of possibility floods back into her life. A life she thought was finished, but she now sees is unfinished. Uncertain. Full of possibility.
Read it here: http://shortfictionbreak.com/short-handed/