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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.

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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