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“I badly need coffee.”
“Let’s go to the tower first. Visiting hours will end soon,” she urged.
They got a panoramic bird’s eye view of the city. But he could only see the people sitting on the road side café and enjoying their coffee.
“Let’s leave,” he said.
They heard a loud explosion and the tower shook. It felt as if the earth had moved from beneath their feet. He looked down where thick clouds of smoke and dust were rising up. He could hear sirens in the distance.
Where did the café go?
Fate was looking out for them, or an angel, but not those at the cafe. I wonder if they will feel some survivor guilt in years to come.
I hope not – their time had just not come. No one can save you when your time’s up.
Wow, that’s some twist at the end! I wonder what caused the explosion at the café.
A bomb, Penny. One of those bombs that know no humanity.
Quite a twist of fate! And I have been there – jonesing for a cup
Of java – and it worked out for him to yield
Thank you! Yes, the fate worked in their favour.
and the title was perfect for this piece – very nicely done
Thank you so much! 🙂
🙂
also – was trying to add a coffee term play on words – with yield – hmmmm
When it is not your time, it is not your time! Lucky for them.
Well said, Dale! when it’s not your time, it’s not your time.
This can be scary. Bomb explosion while up at the tower.
Ya, I know Abhijit, but they got saved!
Dear Anshu,
I’ll bet coffee is the last thing on his mind now. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Shalom Rochelle. Thank you. I am sure, he will straight away head home after this.
I suppose an event like that would put me off of coffee and drive me straight to something harder. Nice twist.
You said it! Thank you!
They were indeed more fortunate than those people in the cafe.
Agree Liz. The same way some people die, some get hurt while some walk away without a scratch.
Wow. The perils of drinking coffee. Mysterious surprise at the end. Was the bomb meant for them?
No, the bomb wasn’t meant for them, but to spread hatred, mistrust and fear.
A guardian angel indeed! There are always people who walk away unscatheted from major incidents, looks like they are in that category.
Rightly said, Subroto. Even in major incidents, there are people who walk away unscathed.
But now where will they get their coffee? Sorry 😉 My first thought was close to what Iain said. It was a lucky escape (or a well fated escape? Divinely inspired escape?) but I hope they don’t have survivor’s guilt over it.
Now he will think twice before entering a cafe! Survivor’s guilt – we all survive something or the other on a daily basis, have we thought about that! 🙂
We have. We’ve also all made choices at one time or another that saved us from great harm ,if not our lives.
OH, well done! He missed his coffee, but I’ll bet he’s very thankful!
I am sure, Linda! Thanks for commenting!
A well told story, reminding us that Fate is such a strange thing
Thank you Michael! Truly, fate works in mysterious ways.
A chance escape, safely above the tragedy that came by chance for those unfortunate enough to be in the coffee place. Nothing and nobody is safe in this life. Well told.
Thank you Jilly! No one is safe in this life – everyone’s time comes – one day or the other.
Ouch, lucky escape
Yes, isn’t it! 🙂
I think that it’s time to look for something stronger than coffee… what serendipity
Actually! I am sure he must have had something stronger later!
Very unexpected twist. Well-written.
Thank you Lisa. Glad you liked it.