Tales of Great Fortune XXXII - A tale of foreign travels

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
The Great Trenlin enjoys a city trip to replenish his prediction skills, the most important asset to his company that is aiming to make it big in the business of fortune telling.

Submitted: September 22, 2016

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"Are you sure you brought a map of the correct city, Porric?"

 
Once again, the Great Trenlin had proven his supreme fortune telling skillls and foresight by booking his holidays right after the summer season, when the weather was still pleasant and most other tourists back to work. As usual, everything was going exactly according to plan.
 
"I would guess so, sir. Do you reckon at the trainstation they hand out maps of other cities too?"
 
In his infinite wisdom, the Great Trenlin chose not to respond to that question. Deeply concentrated, he tried to locate the pole star. A significant task in broad daylight.
 
"Really a pity, sir. Normally the streets are flocked with people from whom we could have asked directions. Now there doesn't seem to be anybody at all."
 
"Don't be foolish, Porric," the Great Trenlin sighed while regretting taking his misfitted underling along, "By hearing you talk, one would almost suspect that we are lost. Phenomenally untrue, Porric, phenomenally untrue. And hardly good publicity for our fortune telling company."
 
For the first time during the trip, the Great Trenlin slighlty regretted asking Porric to carry that billboard with him throughout the journey. The unprofessional appearance of his employee was however not the greatest boost imaginable to this marketing campaign.
The Great Trenlin turned around and almost bumped into a priest that happened to be passing by. He duely apologized for inconveniencing the man of faith.
 
"Not a problem, sun," the pious and righteous man declared, "You don't have eyes in your neck. You could have hardly seen me coming."
 
The Great Trenlin to mild-tempered to be outraged at this inconceivable insult that came from this ruthless and improper man and immediately regretted offering his apologies. He thanked the universe for this lesson and knew that he had once again grown as a fortune teller.
 
The smile on the priest's face could hardly conceil his vile nature to a man as gifted as the Great Trenlin. He felt his hand being shortly hugged by the servant of the church.
 
"The peace and the love of the Lord will always be with you. Let Him be your guiding light whenever you are feeling lost."
"Ah, speaking of which...", Porric interfered before being cut off by the Great Trenlin.
"We accept your blessing with gratitude, honorable man. Please accept my business card, it may become useful one day, one never knows."
 
"Indeed, one never knows," the priests continued insulting the great fortune teller, "life floats in mysterious ways. Make your choices wisely but never regret the path you have chosen to follow."
 
The Great Trenlin was astonished. He was a fortune teller. He had plenty of foresight never to regret anything.
 
Clearly preparing to move along, the priest shorlty stopped and smiled to Porric with an acknowledging nod.
"Well," he added while turning to the Great Trenlin, "Not everyday you see someone with a map of Berlin around here."
The Great Trenlin raised his eyebrows as the priest bowed for a final greating.
"Take care, my son."
 
"Unbelievable," Porric muttered, his eyes following the priest who was disappearing at the horizon, "What are the chances of accidentally bumping in to your father while abroad."


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