The revelation of a kiss
There was a faint but persistent knocking on the thick wooden door.
The Psychic was sitting in a large comfortable chair at a big wooden table. He just sat there, not answering the door. There were several large windows to the right of the desk that allowed bright shafts of morning sunlight to streak across the room. There was the sound of many birds chirping coming from outside those windows. It was difficult to enjoy the birdsong, though, due to the insistent knocking.
Suddenly a young man in his twenties entered the room from behind The Psychic at his desk. He walked slowly and regally to the door. He opened it to see a beautiful woman with her hand raised as though ready to continue knocking. He motioned for her to enter the room. Without saying anything, the young man closed the door behind the woman and then left the room the same way he had entered. The young woman approached the table where The Psychic sat with quill in hand.
As The Psychic stood up, the woman saw that he was a man in his late forties or early fifties, of average height and build. He had a full salt and pepper beard and he had sparkling green eyes. A dark gray beret sat atop the unruly mop of salt and pepper hair atop his head.
