Stories tagged “gypsy”
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Festival Frolics
A wide, cobblestoned street, warm with the crush of bodies flowing down it, was the scene of a swaying, shining festival. Strings of pastel lanterns glittered overhead, illuminating the swirling scarves and glittering jewelry of the festival-goers. The...
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Get Your Fortune Told Here
They hesitantly walked in, hand in hand. Because the room was dark, it took awhile for their eyes to focus. The tiny room contained little bottles of potions in many colors on a shelf and bowls of powders on a bench. They jumped when a curtain was abru...
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Gypsy Fiddler
He seemed like such an easy target when I’d first spotted him on a bustling city street, a slight, trembling creature nervously dodging through the gray crowd. He must’ve gotten wind that he’d be pursued and fled. I figured it’d...
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Shunned by Day, Sought by Night
“Madam, we are here.” Dini called from the front of the wagon. A strange man, who’d dedicated his service to me. One day I would find out why. For now, I was content not knowing something. Heavy curtains hung across both windows. I pe...
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Madame Rosa
The countryside is beautiful and blissfully devoid of people, except for the occasional farmer or his family off to one side of the road or the other. I can hear them in my head as we pass them by. Concerned about the price of potatoes, or the wetness ...
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The Quest of a Gypsy
To most I was just a weathered old gypsy woman, but as I gazed into the mirror, the two beady black eyes peering back had the highest approbation. I had been traveling the gravel roads for twelve years and never a moment of compunction. My favorite dec...
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Madam Rose's Arrival
It came slowly out of the sunset. Pulled by a pair of cobs, the vardo was painted an electric blue, its legend of “Madam Rose Sees All” made fluorescent by the pervasive starlight. A metal bowl of flames swung with the carriage’s chop...
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Irrevocable
Karen quivered with rage and slowly raised her hand. She had been told to never use her family’s gifts in anger but her entire life was in that backpack. She had never felt so helpless. Jaime, her only friend, put a hand on her shoulder that she ...