Tales of Great Fortune XXVIII - A tale of decorations

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
Ever in pursuit of success in the business of fortune telling, the Great Trenlin knows that any shop can only attract customers with the right decorations on the front wall. His inept underling, Porric, yet again proves to be a liability to the business.

Submitted: July 12, 2016

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"Maybe a bit more to the right, Porric."

 
"Certainly, sir."
 
Porric heaved over to the right to adjust the new entrance sign to the Great Trenlin's building. With a great rumble, he managed to fall from the ladder and ditched himself onto the paveway.
The Great Trenlin wasn't surprised. A bit disappointed, he saw the sign tumble down like the city that he loved. And when he closed his eyes, it almost felt like it did not hit Porric on the head.
It did and the Great Trenlin knew it.
 
With all his compassion, he approached Porric and squatted next to him, gentling touching his shoulder.
 
"Porric? Are you OK?"
 
It took a while for Porric to answer. This was not unusual. He always needed time to grasp and process the question and formulate a response.
The Great Trenlin knew he had to be patient.
 
"I guess so, sir."
"No, you are not, Porric. Do not lie to me, I am a fortune teller. The question was asked because of a non-optional social convention, not because I did not know the answer."
 
"I guess so, sir." 
The Great Trenlin raised his eyebrows in a all-knowing frown. His co-worker clearly did not behave as usual.
For a brief moment, he wondered whether that would be an improvement.
 
"Where does it hurt, Porric?"
"Yes, it does."
"I KNOW, Porric, I was just being polite. I needed to know WHERE."
"Eh... At my... What do you call the thing you use to open the door?"
 
The Great Trenlin blinked blankly. Calmly, he tried to remove the sign around Porric's neck. 
With great skill and agility, he succeeded admiringly in that task.
"Please remind me that this is the last time you went outside without wearing your helmet Porric."
"That is no place for a girl!"
"You're not making any sense, Porric!"
 
His co-worker suddenly sat upright. The eyes wide open, a heavingly smile in his lips and an excitement in his voice that was rather unusual for someone who just fell off a ladder, even someone for whom it was VERY usual to fall off a ladder.
"Really sir? Do you mean it? Have I finally become a fortune teller?"
 
The Great Trenlin was sure that one little smack would not aggravate poor Porric's injuries.


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