You fell in love with me at first sight. I loved you long before that.

We met at the corner shop: you were unshaven, hungover, your hair still wet from the shower.

I had rehearsed my opening lines, been planning my outfit for thirteen years.

You didn’t stand a chance.

Guy is still waiting for the fame and prosperity promised to him three years ago by a fortune cookie. This is his nineteenth 50-word story.