Our photoprompt this week is Roger’s MorgueFile May 2018 1400068700w0086
She turned and with perfect clarity saw beyond the brick wall what was some forty years ago.
She was merely nineteen, but these visions and sensations were becoming more frequent.
She needed to see her Aunt who had made her living using The Gift.
Aunt Clara was a far cry from the wizened old crone you’d meet in a tent at a fair.
Dressed in casual slacks and a silk blouse, she looked half her age, and if you offered to cross her palm with silver, she was likely to jingle the latest charity box in your face or make tea with the leaves allocated to tell fortunes to the non believers.
‘Dear Kelly,’ she said. ‘It would appear The Gift is manifesting itself in you. Describe what you saw today and we’ll work it out.’
It transpired that Kelly had not seen the past, but the future, as a year later the derelict building was demolished and a new themed restaurant built in its place.
Aunt Clara had explained all this, but neatly omitted the fact that Kelly’s future husband would own it. It was the beginning of a new dynasty and her destiny.