The tiny, part-baked cookie cases shuffled along on the belt, every one identical. How many brain cells, Su wondered, are needed to place a paper slip in each, hour after hour, day after day?
When a poster appeared inviting applications for the production manager’s job, her mind turned to planning a persuasive CV.
As ever, the women each picked a fortune cookie at the end of their shift.
Today Su’s read, ‘Great change is coming your way.’ Gripping the note in her pocket, she clocked off and skipped out through the factory gates.
A truck driver swerved to avoid a pothole.
Loved the way you left the reader imagining the ending to this story as the truck veers toward Su and–well, you know. Really liked this one. The irony is very graphic.
Thank you, Bobby. So glad you liked it.
Not an easy trick to accomplish, telling a story without telling the whole story. It takes real confidence. I admire your courage and applaud the result. Well done!
Thanks so much, WW. Much appreciated.
I love the ending.
Thanks. It was a shame for Su, but hey!
Nice–“Twilight Zone” in 101 words! Well done.
Thanks for reading it, Sarah, and for you kind words.