The little white paper slips from fortune cookies are all over my side of the bedroom, scattered like confetti.
W and I will eat Chinese in bed on the weekend and watch a movie. We’ll read our fortunes to each other. I’ll usually toss my mine on my nightstand if it’s good.
The harder you work, the luckier you get.
Sometimes travel to new places leads to great transformations.
The dictionary is the only place where success comes before work.
But then a breeze from an open window or the blast of air from a book being dropped nearby or the wind created by a rustling sheet will cause them to fly into the air like snowflakes.
I never throw them away. Except for the silly ones.
You like Chinese food.
Help. Trapped in cookie.
I’m superstitious. Even though I’ll tell you I’m not.
Sometimes I’ll bundle up those small white strips and clip them to the filing cabinet near my desk.
All of those wishes and good thoughts in one thin stack.
How can I not have good fortune if I hold onto them all?
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What about you? Do you believe in fortune cookie fortunes? What are you superstitious about?