The Oracle

Harland and Elsie stumbled into the subway carriage just before the doors closed.  Harland sat heavily upon a vacant seat, while Elsie clung to a rail.  Both were red-faced and struggling to catch their breath, so it took a minute before Elsie managed to speak.

“What now?”

“We find Gerald, and hope that they don’t get to us or him first.”

“Yeah, but we don’t even know where he is…”

“We’ll need to ask the Oracle” Harland replied.

He unfastened the top two buttons of his shirt to reveal an ornate amulet.  He removed it from around his neck, muttered under his breath as his thumbs traced the lines etched into the metal.

An elderly woman, sat on a stool next to an antique combination lamp, appeared nearby.  Pushing her spectacles up her nose with a gloved finger, she looked at Harland with an icy gaze.

“Yes?” she asked, curtly.


About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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4 Responses to The Oracle

  1. Mike says:

    Very Harry Potter’ish – I enjoyed the read.

  2. Oh very well done. 🙂

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