THE FACE READER

“Face reading. It is my profession.”
“What?”
“Face reading is a science.”
“Weird.”
She was a rich aged widow with chronic arthritis. She was there in her wheel chair after her medical consultation, waiting for her home nurse. He was in his early thirties who had good looks. He had accidentally knocked her. He had apologized and got her engaged her in a conversation.
“May I read your face?”
“For what?”
“For a fee.”
The home nurse intervened at this point.
“Time to go Maam.”
“One minute Nisha. This young man is a face reader.”
Nisha let out a mirthless laugh.
“So you do not believe. Let me tell you young lady.”
He searched her lovely face for sometime in deep concentration which made her blush.
“You have got a birthmark on your back. Exactly where you fasten your inner.”
He said.
Her face reddened.
“Am I right or not?” He demanded.
“You and your rotten manners.” She fumed.
“Maam, ask her if I am wrong.”
Madam asked her with her eyes. Nisha reluctantly nodded.
A bewildered madam invited him home for lunch.
After lunch he told her many intimate things. How her husband got killed, how she lost her kids and so on. She nodded to everything.

When the clock struck 5 he stood. Time to leave.
“Oh!I have to pay you. Nisha, how much you have with you.”
“Less than 500.”
“Well, it is not much.” She said.
She wheeled herself to her bedroom. She punched the combination numbers on the iron safe panel and waited.
“I will help you.” He whispered.
She froze and turned back to find him with a gun in his hand.
“Nisha.” She yelled.
“She is no more. This thing has a silencer.”
“Don’t kill me.”
“I have to Maam. I had been watching both of you for the past two months. I got the information about her birthmark from her ex-lover who flips his lid off while hitting a bottle. I made a detailed study about you so I satisfied you with my answers. I am in a hurry. Have to empty your safe. Have miles to go before I sleep.”

And then he took out his gun, aiming at her head, he said.
”Have a nice journey Maam.”