Bite size fortune (freewrite)

They met at the flea market, while he was shopping for a bag and she...well, she didn't exactly know what she was shopping for. But she knew, when she saw him, that it didn't really matter. There was something strange about him and she understood that it had guided her steps here.
She stared at him over isles of stuff, mounds of old camisoles and dusty stuffed toys.
He looked up and waved, but she did not. She knew the truth, when she looked at him, and it wasn't pretty.
The witch realized she couldn't tell him. He seemed like such a nice guy, she's hate herself forever if she told him now. True, the other witches would probably hate her when she told them – she hadn't been able to face one pitiful mortal. How would she be able to...well, to do anything?She couldn't be a very good witch with this attitude.

But she just couldn't. She saw, in this young man's future, great turmoil and sadness. He would look for a love and he wouldn't find her. And when he did find her, he would only want more. He'd never be happy. He was just that sort of guy, she supposed, but why should she be the one to tell him?
Just because she had the gift? Was she responsible for this man's future simply because she could see into it? Of course not, that was absurd.
He was walking around the aisles, making his way around the towers of second-hand books and coming towards her.
Think fast.
To her left, she glanced a couple of wayward brooms, hanging in a corner and she willed them, with her mind's eye to tumble down, which they did. The doomed man turned around to look at the commotion and she disappeared, leaving behind only one singular flea.
It wasn't that she had fleas. No, how could you ever think that? She was a witch, not a stray cat. Give her some credit.
Williams was her familiar. She'd chosen a flea 'cause he'd be hard to spot, as was the case now. The man walked to the spot where she'd been, in vain. Or so he thought. Williams jumped on his arm, burying himself in his black hair and guided him, through the streets, towards the nearest bar, where a beautiful woman stood alone and lonely, waiting for a prince that had stood her up.
The man, of course, sat down at the bar and downed his shots, but Williams wasn't one to quit easy, so he bit and scratched until the man moved over enough to notice the woman.
Williams vanished from the man's arm as quietly as he'd come.

They got married in less than two months and in another life, they would've been a perfect match. But the man couldn't take his mind off the strange woman at the flea market and he'd dream of her for years to come.

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