The Cafe On Thirteenth Floor

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

They say thirteen is an unlucky number but the only place available at my budget for me to start a cafe of my own was on the thirteenth floor. Cooking is my passion and I wanted to share it with every one. When I started I hardly got customers. But things changed after the fire. When the fire broke out almost all the stores in the building were burned down. But not a flame touched my cafe. It held on strong with nothing out of place. Today I get a lot of customers. They call this place the 'Lucky Cafe'.

This drabble (100 word fiction) is written for Friday Fictioneers, 4th September 2015.

36 comments:

  1. Lucky or flame retardant?
    Good piece.

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  2. Luckyyyyyyyyyy

    actually i am sure there is a restaurant called 13th floor in bangalore if i am not mistaken :)

    Bikram's

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  3. Dear Soumya,

    Lucky indeed. Good one.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  4. 13 is lucky for him! :) Good one, Soumya.

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  5. So one man's misfortune is another man's lady luck! Quite a story :-)

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  6. That's a good ending. I like it.

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  7. Sometimes thirteen is a lucky number. NIce story.

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  8. To have iron-clad faith is something. Wow.

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  9. I loved how you turned it around - unlucky to lucky :)

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  10. Lucky 13 ... that's a great turn of perspectives :-)

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  11. Not giving in to superstition. I love that :)

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