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1st February
posted by amber

The Explosion

The explosion came at breakfast.

Mora, about to sit down at a table in the outdoor café, already signalling the waiter for coffee, thought Am I still asleep? What a strange dream! as the force of the blast lifted her off her feet and propelled her through the air.

The waiter, who had turned to grab the coffee carafe to fill Mara’s cup, heard the boom and assumed It must be a car crashing onto the sidewalk, just like I saw on TV last night. And then he was no longer capable of making assumptions.

Inside the café, the cook in front of his grill wondered What has that clumsy waiter knocked over now? just before the wall collapsed on top of him.

Francis, leaning on his balcony above the café and enjoying a coffee that he’d brewed himself, saw the debris cloud rise toward him on its cushion of sound and fury and thought This won’t be good. And it wasn’t.

Mr. Delona, arriving at the café ten minutes late, saw the explosion’s aftermath, realized I bet that was intended for me, and told his driver to drive on. He spared not an ounce of concern for the fate of Mora, the woman he’d been going to meet.

Agent Will, watching through his binoculars from across the street, smiled. In his opinion, A woman like Mora has no business getting involved with a man like that. During his long hours of surveillance, Will had become obsessed with Mora. No one in his organisation would approve an action aimed at a seemingly innocent acquaintance, however intimate, of their target, but no one would make too much of a fuss about this near-miss.

The Story 365 project is a year-long marathon of short story writing, with a new story for every day of the year and posted on this website from May 1, 2011 – April 30, 2012. Stories must be a minimum of 200 words. Please help me by adding first line or topic suggestions in the Comment section of any story. If you’d like me to use your name in a story, I’d be happy to do that.

I borrowed this first line from Donna Leon’s novel, ‘Wilful Behaviour.’

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