Fortune Cookie Day – #poetry #napowrimo
Prompt: The number 13 is often considered unlucky, so today I’d like to challenge you to beat the bad luck away with a poem inspired by fortune cookies.
(Unfortunately not all fortune cookies predict luck! Here is one [in italics at the end] that I saved from a while back.)
Fortune Cookie Day
(a prose poem)
What should have been a normal day began with a twist – from the corner of the sidewalk where my heel slipped. I hobbled down the road, whimpering in pain, stood upon the platform – I’d missed my destined train. I grabbed a cup of coffee and settled down to wait, then along came a thief determined to set me straight. He stole my money and my watch, my computer and phone, then laughed as I stumbled off to be alone. With no money to reach my destination, I headed off back home, where I happened upon the firemen and my house covered in foam. I’d left the curling iron on and a fire broke out. I was penniless with no home and not an ounce of clout. Could this day get any worse? I shouted and cursed. Then a stranger bought me food, Chinese of course, and as I read the fortune cookie, I bowed my head in remorse. It finally made sense, why my life was in a fray…
You learn from your mistakes… You will learn a lot today.
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