Tales of Great Fortune XX - A tale of Christmas spirits

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
The Great Trenlin knows the right atmosphere will catapult him into the realm of the very greats in the fortune telling business.

This story has been written quite a while ago, during the holiday periods.

Submitted: May 02, 2016

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"What do you think of the Christmas decorations, Porric?"

 
The end of the year had always been a fruitful season for fortune tellers and the Great Trenlin was determined to reconquer his place at the very top end of the business. Marketing was key and these decorations would certainly help to attract customers with a need for spiritual guidance.
 
"Very nice, sir, very nice. I had now idea we had so many decorations. We are certainly the most enlightening and enlightened building of the neigborhood."
"And so we should, Porric, and so we should."
 
"By miles, sir. Look at the comparable darkness in the rest of the street."
 
The Great Trenlin immediately sensed a hint of subordination in the voice of his underling. This needed immediate attention.
 
"You don't think we are overdoing it, do you, Porric?"
 
"No sir!" His co-worker tried to assure him with a grin that would be mysterious to most people, but crystal clear to a fortune, "Not at all. light pollution is the least compromising pollution of all pollutions we could pick from."
 
"Do I spot some irony in your squeaky voice there?"
 
"Irony?" the face of Porric displayed an expression that was all too familiar and transparant to the Great Trenlin. 
It was ignorance. Porric clearly had no idea what the word 'irony' meant.
"Never mind, Porric, never mind."
 
"I do have some reservations, sir."
 
The Great Trenlin knew he had to try to sound as if he was surprised. Of course there were reservations, he thought. This was a situation that he needed to handle carefully in order to encourage his underling to speak his mind without his irrational fear for retribution.
 
"O?"
"We cannot see the stars anymore, sir."
 
"We cannot see the... Porric, really? Is that the argument we are ending up with? As a trainee in fortune telling, you should know that your eyes are a very inferior sense. Do you really think that only the things you can see exist? The stars are still there, Porric. And so is there power. There is absolutely no way our readings will be any less accurate than before."
 
"I would never suggest that last thing, sir."
 
In the true spirit of Christmas, the Great Trenlin decided not to get angered at that comment.
 
"And what do you try to imply with that, I must ask?"
 
Just before Porric could produce another senseless argument, the doorbell rang. The sound jingle belled all the way through the hallway.
"Well... this argument is not finished yet, Porric, I am just going to answer the door for those Christmas Carol singers." The Great Trenlin looked at his watch. "They are exactly on the time I expected them."
 
While he tried to remember his yoga lessons, the Great Trenlin approached the front door. Candy and money ready, he unlocked it and felt his smile disappear when he looked into the face of the neighborhood cop. He saluted the Great Trenlin and gestured at the decorations.
 
"And where do you think you live? Paris?"
 
"Porric!" The Great Trenlin yelled, "It's for you!"


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