You discover a letter on a path that affects you deeply. Today, write about this encounter. And your twist? Be as succinct as possible.
Mentally, I’m still treading through the darkest, longest tunnel known to man. There is no light at the end of this tunnel, and yet I continue to move forward; it can’t be helped.
I want out.
Daylight, fresh air, a sound other than my own footsteps, some clarity and meaning would be nice.
Until now I’ve encountered broken glass, scraps, plastic trash bags, a few bottle caps, and other meaningless, discarded junk of no use to anyone – like me. We’re in this thing together, my unwanted companions and I.
Today, however, a tiny slip of paper catches my eye. My pace quickens, and then I look down.
It’s one of those Fortune Cookie things. I find the nerve to crack a smile; even smirk.
Knowing it isn’t my fortune but someone else’s; someone who may not have liked what they read or read it, had a good laugh, and then tossed it thinking nothing more of the matter.
I pick it up anyway and ignore the good luck numbers on one side. What use are those numbers to me when I haven’t the money or even pocket change to gamble? Is there a lottery booth somewhere in this tunnel, I wonder?
I flip it over and read the fortune.
“Keep going, you’re worth it.”