Fortune Smiles

Gary Tremaine took the last swig of his Samporo, he fished up the last savory piece of General Tsu's Chicken with his chopsticks and sat back looking across the table at his date. She sat there with that daunting but beautiful smile that drove him crazy. He reached over and took one of the two fortune cookies which sat atop the check and cracked it open.

"Read it aloud," she said softly. "And add 'in bed' to the end of it."

Gary nearly shat out his spicy eggplant when he read the small strip of paper that he had pulled from within the fragments of cookie.

Marcy will try to kill you tonight

Gary swallowed some tea in an attempt to quell the coughing fit that he was having. Marcy looked at him questioningly from across the table.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

He nodded emphatically, trying to hide the look of panic on his face.

"So what does it say?" She asked with that smile.

"You will go on a happy journey," he said.

"In bed," she purred.

Gary was trying to play it cool. He reached into his wallet and placed money on the fortune cookie plate. While there, he grabbed the other cookie.

"You mind if I take this one? I don't really like mine?"

Marcy shook her head, still smiling. Gary cracked this thin cookie apart and extracted the fortune.

With a small machete

Gary's eyes got wide as he remembered the shopping trip to the lawn and garden section of the hardware store that they had taken just that afternoon. He could practically see that small, sharp blade that was only now leaning against the wall in his garage.

The waiter came to claim the bill, he threw out his hand in a spread fingered, Elvis-like flash of flair before turning on his heel and walking back towards the kitchen. Robert Johnson’s Drunken Hearted Man began to play from a sound system that Gary hadn’t noticed before. Marcy began to stand and Gary followed her lead. Trying not to let on that he suspected something, Gary smiled and grabbed her hand. Together, they walked out of the place, the red of the restaurant's neon sign catching in Marcy's hair. Gary watched that light dance and thought intently about the small incendiary device that he kept behind the toilet paper in his bathroom.

He'd get the jump on her yet...