Fortune

editor's note

Fortune Telling by Stacy Wennstrom
As a child, I loved the Choose Your Own Adventure books. You always began in a specific situation, the starting point you shared with all readers of that book, but based on your choices, any number of fates were possible. Take one path and you might find what you were seeking on page 58. Take a different path and you might find yourself surrounded by foes on page 19. While you forged your own path in this interactive book series, you did not have endless opportunities to rewrite your story. Eventually, you came to the end, whether this occurred after decision #1 or decision #4. It was a delicate balance of fate and free will.

poetry

Lo Mein not included by Lois Greene Stone
Unlike a Ouija Board where a
question must be posed, this crumb-
coated rectangle waited for my hand
to release it.
Luck by Janet McCann
What pleasure,
Painting the vague forms, spinning, on strings.
 Argument About Faith and Chance by Janet McCann
Yes, my head is peopled with saints,
They are clearer than God.
The Garden Outside The House by Natalie Crick
She was out there again that morning.
Talking, laughing, singing,
The garden filled with sweet birdsong
And the aroma of summer.
The Final Fortune of Desire by A.J. Huffman
There is nothing less than no future.
Even no past still shows signs of life.
Fortune Cookie by J. Harker Shaw
Why does a fortune cookie taste so sweet
If the fortune is foul? 
Is there a choice?
The First of Many by Holly Day
The tiny eggs open and larvae unfurl
cluster at the edges of the birdbath as though
already dreaming of breaking free.
Fortune by Karla Linn Merrifield
What else is buried
in the mist? I ask again
more insistently,
no more whispering.
Buffalo Bob by Jack D. Harvey
Ride ‘em, cowboy, ride ‘em;
from here on out
in this red-hot realm

fiction

You Get Tunnel Vision by Anna Ralls
Fires have this kind of hypnosis, like watching boiling water, you know?  You look into the heart of it, and then everything else just fades away.  You get tunnel vision.
Even When You Think I'm Not There by Dylan Brie Ducey
Now he is gone, but a lot of his stuff is still here in Halina’s room: A bookcase, notebooks and papers, a bicycle, five Polish-English dictionaries. He left these very same things at Amber’s apartment when she kicked him out. He kept saying he’d come back for them, but Amber knew he just didn’t want to admit he wasn’t living with her anymore.
Light and Shadows by Frances Howard-Snyder
I pushed through front door with its peeling paint and torn screen and then felt dizzy. I closed the door and leant against it. Reggie was right. I was nothing. Or worse than nothing, because nothing wasn't a burden. I was a chattering crow and a dripping tap, wearing away patience, driving out happiness, better off dead.