Fortune Cookie

Flash Fiction

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’No, Thank you. Only the check please,’ she would say.

The waiter would nod and take back the fortune cookie untouched and carefully wrapped in transparent packaging. He would then get her the check of $10 for a lunch of Wok Tossed Veggies and a green tea.

Zhang Min, the restaurant owner watched her refuse the fortune cookie every time. Every Friday she would…