My Half-Fortune Cookie

While in Kalispell, Desiree and I ate dinner at a Chinese restaurant. After finishing our meal, we were given the requisite fortune cookies.

My fortune was not good.

When I snapped my cookie in two and fished out the flag of paper inside, I discovered that half of my fortune had been torn away at some point before reaching me. The half I received read as follows:

“ease from your cares, have a good”

That’s it.

A cryptic, incomplete fortune awaits me.

Life can be so weird sometimes.

My Fortune

—Mitchell Hegman