Tale Weaver # 22: Fortune Cookie – A Tall Man will Influence your Life.


As a treat I broke open my fortune cookie.

A tall man will influence your life.

I smiled thinking the only tall men I knew were all jerks and it was a nice thought that someone anyone might step in and influence my life.

My lunch break over I headed back to the office, the copywriting business was dull most days and I’d been at it for over ten years now. My idea of adventure was contained within the pages of the texts I read and there was far as it went.

As I stepped out of the door I suddenly found myself on the floor. A hand came down to lift me up and in a daze I heard a voice ask me if I was ok.

Once I was back on my feet and dusted off I thanked my rescuer and stepped away towards work.

In my embarrassment I didn’t even look back to see whom it was that I had bumped into let alone had picked me up. I am such a bumble foot I thought to myself.

Back at work there was a note from my boss. He was a tall man though his hair was greying and he may have once been a handsome man but time had caught up with him as had middle age and like so many his age he had spread as he’d eaten.

Mr Jones was a pompous sort of man, always was on ceremony and addressed me as Miss Manith.

‘Miss Manith,’ he said. ‘We are expanding our business and soon we will be setting up an office in Australia.’

I stood there taking all this in, never thinking he was doing more than telling me about this development.

‘I want you Miss Manith to head up this new venture.’

I stood dumfounded.

‘You want me to move to Australia?’

‘Yes. That a problem?’

‘Well Mr Jones I have a mother to consider.’

‘Take her with you.’

‘Well I’d have to ask her.’

‘Good, settled then,’ he announced and dismissed me.

‘Ah Mr Jones, how do I get to Australia and where is it exactly?’

‘You serious Miss Manith?’

‘Yes sir, geography isn’t one of my strong suits.’

‘Can you Google Miss Manith?’

‘Yes sir.’

‘Good. Your fares will be paid for, we have secured accommodation in Sydney, it’s all arranged all you have to do is get your passport in order and apply for a visa to get into the country. You aren’t a convicted felon are you Miss Manith?’

‘No Sir.’

‘Good you’ll be leaving in a month.’

I walked out of his office numb. This was not the news I expected.

Mom relied on me these days and I wasn’t sure how mom would take this suggestion of a move to Australia. I suddenly realised I knew nothing about the country. Kangaroos came to mind and a story on TV late one night about the myriad of things that could bite and kill you.

Later that afternoon I asked mom about the plan to pack up and move to a foreign country. Did they even speak English?

Mom shocked me, ‘When do I leave?’ she said.

Suddenly she was into her stuff and fished out her passport, clicked on the computer and was surfing through how to move to Australia.

The month flew by, meetings were followed by more meetings, mom had our visas organised, she sold off the stuff in the house she thought of as junk and we were set to leave.

We flew into Sydney and I was exceptionally nervous.

At the airport there was to be a contact to meet and greet us, take us to our new apartment and help in the orientation into this new life.

‘G’day,’ said a voice, ‘We meet again.’

I looked at this man, tall, dark and handsome.

‘You don’t remember?’ he said. ‘I bumped into you outside the Chinese restaurant a month or so ago.’

Oh I thought, I wished I’d taken a second to look for here now stood a tall handsome man and I instantly felt he was about to influence my life.

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/07/16/2622/

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19 Responses to Tale Weaver # 22: Fortune Cookie – A Tall Man will Influence your Life.

  1. phylor says:

    Hmmmmm. In a fairy tale, he would have already — her boss’ sudden decision to send her to Australia?
    Great take on what fortune might hold in store for you, if you stop and read the paper strip.

  2. Lyn says:

    It’s good to have you back writing, Michael. I’ve missed your garden fairies in particular 🙂

  3. mandy says:

    Loved this piece, Michael. Gives me the warm and fuzzies, like a real life fairy tale ☺️

  4. Valida Faire says:

    This is a FABULOUS tale–wonderful escape for me to read today, thank you-thank you, Michael!

    • Thanks Valida. Glad you found it so. Thanks for the follow. On your blog do you have a comment section as I couldn’t see one.

      • Valida Faire says:

        Michael, I’m your reader-friend from a couple recent blogs–trying once again to hold onto my sanity. Thus, I’m flying “comment-less” for now–if things stabilize for me, I’ll open them up. I’m just going around to a few “favorites”, such as yourself, to reveal my presence. Hope you are well.

      • Ok thanks. Take care of you then. Sanity is precious, hold on with both hands. I like what I have read so far….

      • Valida Faire says:

        Thank you so much.

      • Valida Faire says:

        WP is either conspiring against, or for, me–I got your comment on the other post, and much appreciate it; however please don’t take it personally that I’ve fixed the “comment” so that–for now–I won’t have that available to readers. You have a kind and generous heart–but I’m afraid I’ll be off and running again, if I have to address comments. We can chat on your blog, if that’s amenable to you.

      • Yes fine…..whenever you feel the urge…

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