the end.

I could see her laying under the slide, shaking. I though it was just the alcohol playing tricks on my eyes. But then she stopped. And her coat was no longer moving up and down in a rhythmic breath. Somehow, I just knew. I watched the life float up out of the fortune teller..Madame something or another, I think. I turned to around and threw up. And then, for the first time I can remember, I went home sober.