Your Shoes Will Make You Happy, Today
Chinese Fortune Cookie
The stench lingers but still I dive in—that’s what starvation will do to human dignity. Outside Chinese restaurants, dumpster pickings abound. I remember the days when I. too, could eat inside. When I, too, could leave unstinting tips.
I can’t go back, can I? So here I am. Instead of climbing to the top of the corporate ladder, I grasp an opened doggie bag in my raggedy-gloved fingers and scale to the top of the heap, hefting myself over the side. I open the bag. There amidst crushed containers of Kung Pao Chicken and Fried Rice I find it—a fortune cookie, crushed inside its cellophane wrapper. I read the fortune and look down.
fortune cookie lies
breed sense of hopeless wishing
Linking to dVerse Poetics prompt on Chinese Fortune Cookies…this time using the correct prompt.