Work Text:
Recherche
The sign read “Give me a reason.” Tony stared at it in confusion. “Give you a reason for what?” he couldn't help thinking.
Next to the sign there was a recherche figurine. Tony couldn't deny that it was beautiful. He wasn't sure how it was related to the sign, however.
A little old lady soon appeared. “If you give me a reason, I'll tell you your fortune for free.”
“A reason for what?”
“A reason why you need your fortune told. It better be good or it won't be free.”
“How about because I need to know when death will strike next?”
“And what do you know of death?”
“I know it keeps trying to take me and failing. Starting with the car accident when I was 8 that killed my mother. Followed by an injury that killed my pro basketball chances. Then there was the time I was chained up in the sewer with a few dead guys and an almost dead guy. Oh and we can't forget the plague and any number of other work related injuries.”
The old lady's eyes had gotten wide as he recounted his injuries. “You are the first to have a good reason. I will tell you your fortune and you can have this beautiful decoration.”
