Thanks to social media, the new store front was booming. Foodies drove from all over town to sample my product. I put the finishing touches on another box of chocolate-dipped fortune cookies, carefully adding the last of the sprinkles and boxing them up. A half-dozen tiny fates, perfect for the family of six.
“That’s me. Two, please.”
“Are you married?”
“No, just really hungry, thanks.”
I raised an eyebrow and pointed to the placard.
*** Fortune Cookies — ONE per customer ***
But he was insistent. They never learn.
He seemed pleased with the outcome of his first fortune, rudely munching his cookie while leaning on the counter.
“Says I’ll receive some happy news,” he nodded at me.
“I’m sure you will soon,” I smiled.
He didn’t seem to notice that the second cookie he cracked open (unlike all of the others) contained a black note.
Inspired by this week’s Picture It & Write prompt.