The Blank Fortune Cookie

One/One

Today, I went to the Chinese restaurant. The waitress took our dishes and brought back a receipt and a plate full of fortune cookies.
My fortune said:

Blank.

My little slip of paper said only one word.

“Blank.”

I eat the cookie, and stare at the little slip of paper. I ruminate on this strange happening. Fortune cookies are all chance. One takes a cookie at random. It’s all coincidental. Nothing else. I was supposed to get some fantastic and awe-inspiring epiphany; a grand and spectacular revelation about my future. What does a blank fortune cookie mean? My future has yet to be written.

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my first drabble. C: