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Thursday [MultiFormat]
eBook by Simon Wood
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eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description: Some want to know their future when they see a fortuneteller. Nick isn't one of those people. His past won't let him and he will tear his world apart when a mechanical fortuneteller knows a truth that no one could know.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2008
5 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [25 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [31 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [12 KB]
, Portable Document Format (PDF) [153 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [12 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [73 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [82 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [58 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [39 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [9 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [13 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [40 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [22 KB]
Words: 3670
Reading time: 10-14 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Portable Document Format (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
"You're not still thinking about that dumb fortune are you?" Lisa asked.
Nick was. It was hard not to. How had it known? How could it have known? No one knew, except for him, Rich--and Tina. Neither of them could have had anything to do with the fortune telling machine, especially Tina.
Nick and Lisa were still at the concessions area of the carnival, seated across from each other. Nick tried to enjoy the five dollar hot dog made with fifty cent meat. The food hooked in his throat with every chew despite how much soda he gulped down with it.
"Do you still have the ticket?" Lisa asked.
He hesitated before bringing the ticket out. It would be easy to lie, but he'd lied too much already. He handed it to Lisa, giving him an excuse to put the hot dog aside.
She examined the ticket, looking on both sides and feeling its edges as if it would give some clue to the truth, but it was nothing more than ink on thick, fibrous paper, spelling the word "Thursday."
"What does it mean?"
"Nothing," he lied. The fortune didn't refer to this Thursday or the next or one in the distant future or distant past. It referred to two Thursdays ago.
"Then you've got nothing to be spooked by." She tossed the ticket back at him. A gust of wind snatched it and Nick slammed his palm over it, pinning it to the table before it could escape. He couldn't afford for the truth to fall into someone else's hands. He curled his fingers around the ticket and pocketed it. Lisa followed his actions with concerned attention. He smiled to disarm her, but he knew how forced the smile felt on his face.
"Thursday does mean something, doesn't it?"
He shrugged an answer and returned to his hot dog.
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