I crack my fortune cookie open with anticipation
Nothing? No fortune?
What does this mean?
Was the soup infected with eboli?
Is my heart about to stop?
Well that’s kinda of true. I am not rich.
But no fortune?
Nothing ahead? Nothing sneaking up behind?
I sit back with a sigh of relief.
I leave a larger tip than usual and
go to the park to sniff the flowers.
napowrimo day 13 – prompt Fortune Cookie