Fortune Cookie
Challenge: Fortune Cookie
Title: Lotus of Devotion
Author: Lily Bart
Word Count: 260
Rating: G
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Scully walked into the bedroom of Melissa’s new Georgetown apartment. How to make sense of her sister moving back to D.C. only to be shot months later?
‘The best laid plans…’ Scully thought to herself as she stepped inside. It was the polar opposite of everything she had ever aspired to put into her life, crystals casting rainbows on every surface, a water garden still gurgling away on the nightstand, and the bed, chair and stool all warn, lumpy and inviting.
Scully moved to the dresser. She had never considered what an important place a dresser was for a woman. It held the keys to the routine that started everyday. Those few moments repeated over a lifetime slowly becoming the ritual of ones being. Scully looked through her sister’s jewelry, mostly trinkets. Nothing she would ever wear but she would keep one, her mother, hoard the rest.
She collapsed onto the stool in front of the dresser, an abrupt pang of loneliness and futility consuming her as the memories they would never share echoed in the silence. “I love you Missy…please if there is anyway, anything beyond this life speak to me,” Scully whispered to her reflection.
Nothing happened.
Gradually she noticed a small wooden inlay box. Scully picked it up and opened it. Inside was a collection of what looked to be every fortune Melissa had even gotten from a Chinese restaurant. She picked out one of the 1x4 centimeter papers and read, “One unexpected morning the root of friendship will bud into a lotus of devotion.”
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Title: Lotus of Devotion
Author: Lily Bart
Word Count: 260
Rating: G
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Scully walked into the bedroom of Melissa’s new Georgetown apartment. How to make sense of her sister moving back to D.C. only to be shot months later?
‘The best laid plans…’ Scully thought to herself as she stepped inside. It was the polar opposite of everything she had ever aspired to put into her life, crystals casting rainbows on every surface, a water garden still gurgling away on the nightstand, and the bed, chair and stool all warn, lumpy and inviting.
Scully moved to the dresser. She had never considered what an important place a dresser was for a woman. It held the keys to the routine that started everyday. Those few moments repeated over a lifetime slowly becoming the ritual of ones being. Scully looked through her sister’s jewelry, mostly trinkets. Nothing she would ever wear but she would keep one, her mother, hoard the rest.
She collapsed onto the stool in front of the dresser, an abrupt pang of loneliness and futility consuming her as the memories they would never share echoed in the silence. “I love you Missy…please if there is anyway, anything beyond this life speak to me,” Scully whispered to her reflection.
Nothing happened.
Gradually she noticed a small wooden inlay box. Scully picked it up and opened it. Inside was a collection of what looked to be every fortune Melissa had even gotten from a Chinese restaurant. She picked out one of the 1x4 centimeter papers and read, “One unexpected morning the root of friendship will bud into a lotus of devotion.”
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