“You can’t sit there.” I indicated the blue plastic chair across the counter from me.
“C’mon, buddy,” the teenager said. “I won’t talk or whatever.”
“No.”
“What a douche,” he muttered, walking away.
Then a young woman tried to sit in the blue chair.
“You can’t sit there.”
“What? I can’t?” she said, looking up from her phone.
“No.”
“Whatever.” She took a seat elsewhere in the shop, engrossed in her phone again.
Knowing the future really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, I pondered, just as the car crashed through the coffee shop window and flattened the blue chair.
Beautiful story of the paranormal. My kind of story.
Thank you! Really “not” my kind! Not entirely sure where it came from but I write from whatever inspires. Thanks for taking the time to comment.
Yes, Damon, this is a good one!
Thank you, Roy! I like it. I appreciate your time in commenting, too!
Great story! Well done Damon.
Thanks, Meghashri! It is nice of you to comment. I’m glad it entertained you for a few moments!
Love this idea!
I’m glad – I thought it was a fun twist when it popped out of my head. Glad you enjoyed it!