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Blast from the Pastthis story is part of the FanClub (fm:humour/parody, 2185 words)

Author: stardog champion
Added: May 24 2000Views / Reads: 775 / 519 [67%]Story vote: 9.33 (3 votes)
When an aging psychic con artist makes the mistake of falling asleep, she learns more about her area of "expertise" than she had ever dreamed possible.
 


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"One hundred dollars, two hundred dollars, three hundred dollars, 4..." the gravely voice of the aging spinster continued on to herself, until she finally reached," Fifteen hundred Dollars!"

"Not a bad days work at all," Rosemary Twillet whispered to herself smiling admiraby down at the large pile of money in her lap, resting clumsily on the sheets of her still made Holiday Inn bed.

True to the adage, "there's a sucker born every minute", Rosemary had made a nice living for more than 20 years with a small town palm reading and fortue telling service in her house. She also dabbled in love potions, miracle cures and sold Avon on the side when times were slow. It wasn't until two years earlier however, when she read an article in the National Enquirer about the evergrowing and profitable phenomenon of channeling the afterlife, and the immense financial boom that went with it, did she ever believe she'd be making this kind of money!

After reading up on the subject of communicating with the dead, sending out feelers to the "believing" in her neighbrhood, and placing a few ads in the rag papers near her home, Mrs. Twillett, a widow of over 14 years and heading into her 56th year of life, began to experience a steady flow of wealth. Doing individual sessions in and around her rural Kentucky home had noticably filled her bank account, while at the same time her view of the public she was serving lessoned with each passing day. This made it easier and easier to bilk them for all they were ...

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