Unfortunate

Her coarse, snowy-gray tangles tumbled in an avalanche down her back, the eerie contrast accentuating her striking midnight-black eyes. The fortuneteller held a starry gaze on the floor as she sat down to tell the nobleman his future. She looked up into his cerulean blue eyes and was violently thrown back in her chair. Spread out on the floor, she lifter her jagged index finger and pointed it tremulously at the man.

“Get out, out of my shop! I know who you are! GET OUT!”

The bells above the door fell to the ground in a furious clatter, as the shop door was slammed shut.

            Stupid old hag, he thought, eyes fixed on the oak door he’d just come through, how unfortunate that she'll have to die. He pulled a black stone from his pocket, eyes ablaze, and threw it through the shop window. The shop lit up like a campfire, as the inferno consumed it. A malicious grin spread across his face as he sauntered away. He could hear the fortuneteller's screams echoing across the deserted street.