Fifty Day Wednesday #8

 Supper had wound to its fortune cookie conclusion.

‘Be happy!’, mine read.

“Can we tell our fortunes?” Cara asked.

“Nope. They won’t come true,” Max replied.

“Hmmm…”

“What?” I asked.

“I think mine should be told.”

“Why?”

She held it up. “‘Help I’m a prisoner in a Fortune Cookie plant!’”

Today is Fifty Day!

And that means another challenge to tell a story using ONLY fifty words.

Thank you so much, Adela, for opening this new world to me . . .

This is an uber-fun, uber-challenging exercise.

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