|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.