Making Our Fortune

we ate Chinese
as we giggled and teased
clueless to where this would lead
as we both should have known
it didn’t agree
but some things are best forgotten
he pushed his plate back
as he stared and he grinned
I self-consciously brushed it away
the lone noodle stuck to my chin
I knew it was dumb
but he knew we were done
and my rumbling stomach agreed
I’d had more than my fill
now regretfully ill
as he tossed me his cookie
and I finally cracked.
“You’ll find here what you least expect.”
I dropped it in shock as I ran for the door.
I can’t eat Chinese anymore.

Prompt: "We ate Chinese." from The Writer's Book of Days

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