Tuesday, 30 August 2016

Fortune Cookies

I bought this really nifty little book full of little prompts of things to write about, but you don't get a whole lot of space to write in so it's like a zap of creativity and a ping of inspiration for lazy wannabe writers like myself. Last night I decided to have at it and opened to page one. "Write about yesterday's fortune cookie. It got everything wrong!"


Didn't it ever! But then, when are fortune cookies ever really accurate? Aside from that one that Filbert got one that read "bad luck and extreme misfortune will infest for pathetic soul for all eternity" Some frightful (and comical) shit happened to that cartoon turtle but in the end he did spin the wheel to become 'Mr Lucky'. Irony of ironies. Sure the world was left in smoking ruins around him but that was the result of one very bad day, not a very bad life. It came good in the end. Just like my day yesterday...I was having a fortune cookie for breakfast and was left in a state of utter shock and disbelief when I unfurled that little white strip of paper and saw that it read "don't eat fortune cookies for breakfast". That was it. Nothing more. I turned it over thinking there would be some horrible consequence on the back, nope, just crumbs. I ate that delicious fortune cookie anyway and went on to have a wonderful day. And the moral of the story? There isn't one. I couldn't link the two unrelated experiences and turn this into something profound. All I could do was make a reference to one of the greatest shows of my childhood and talk about almond flavoured biscuit shaped like a moon with a choking hazard stuffed inside.

Ta da!

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