Title: Fate on Your Hands
By: Amanda Feedback: sweety167@yahoo.ca Rating: G Disclaimer: I own nothing that sprang from the mind of Stephen Sondheim et all. And I make no profit. Spoilers: Movie Continuity: none. Random. Pairings: Lovett/Sweeney in nature Summary: Let me tell you your future. Completed: February 14, 2008 Notes: A little drabble that’s been poking away at my brain as I try to finish my much longer fic.
Mrs. Lovett was never superstitious, but curious.
She tentatively held her hand out for the crone of a woman. The fortune-teller cradled the hand between spindly fingers, letting her thumb caress the lines of the pie marker’s palm.
“Don’t fret. I don’t judge – wouldn’t do for me, in my line of work.”
Mrs. Lovett gave a small, childlike smile.
The woman clicked her tongue, “Dearie, you’ll be betrayed be love.” She looked up with such pity and sorrow, “So deep a desire can only burn you.”
She blushed, snapping back her hand, “I’d say you have bake ovens confused with bed sheets.” Dropping two pence in the pot, she fled.
