Chinese Fortune Cookies #2

Posted on April 2, 2011


They were leaving him messages, spelling them out in his alphabet soup and then with the steam on the bathroom mirror. The next day he could hear them, downstairs, rattling through pots and pans. His old friends were back and it sounded like they may be cooking something. Now he could hear the blender and the dicing of a knife.  Always was he welcoming to his friends long absent. He tried very hard, but could not imagine what they could be making down there.