I took a writing workshop where the instructor suggested using fortune cookies for prompts. What a great idea!
The phrase in the message was: You will never need to worry about a steady incomeThe following are two attempts at the phrase found in the cookie:
“You will never need to worry about a steady income, Joe.”
“How do you know?”
“The numbers don’t lie,” Ryan’s fingers tap danced on the keys, “look for yourself.”
The computer screen showed the stock projections, but Joe wasn’t convinced it would help his future. Joe wasn’t a thief or hacker. Ryan was a good friend, and his intentions meant well, but Joe had seen the numbers last week. They couldn’t have gone up this quick.
“Someone’s pulling one on us.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Ryan inserted a few codes, “We’ve got it made.”
“You’ll never need to worry about a steady income now, Joe.”
Danny opened the bag and pulled out a roll of cash.
“Whoo! Look at all that green.”
“Did you see their faces?”
“Yeah, one of them peed in their pants when the bullet hit.”
Outside the motel room, footsteps and the rustling of slacks made both Joe and Danny stop breathing.
They threw all their cash back into the gym bag, some dollar bills stuck to Joe’s forearms when the door flew open.
“Put your hands where I can see them!”
“No way!” Joe flipped over the bed cushion.
The police officers fired their shots and both Joe and Danny jumped out the window. Their bodies smacked against the top of a red coupe.