Good Fortune

Fortune is driving North on 611 and passes the only two adult stores in the area. Her mind drifts. Sex trafficking? Drug trafficking? Chocolate trafficking? Voodoo? Hoodoo? What is going on in those places? It is ten after five on Friday, and traffic is backed up due to visitors from other states. Fortune wishes it was visitors from Uranus. She wouldn’t get that lucky. Podcasts in Pennsylvania have witnesses of Bigfoot in the Poconos and an occasional UFO sighting but it is rare you find a combination of both.

For Fortune to believe it, a UFO has to land in front of the hottest spot in town, Gabel’s on Route 611. The aliens telepathically order Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream and call her by her full name: “Hey Fortune Teller, get on board. This planet is only good for one thing—mint chocolate chip—and a stranger like you.”

She would get in without hesitation. Probing? No Probing? She doesn’t care. Her mind wanders back to Fix It & Flip It. She wonders which home in Tannersville. The light finally changes.

Put your tin foil hat on for the next chapter.