(Author’s note: Happy new year, everyone! Here’s to your 2016, and here’s the last Fictioneers of the year. Hope to have more stuff in 2016 besides Friday Fictioneers.)
by Miles H. Rost
Eyes stared out of the window of the coffee shop.
The windows of the real estate office across the street were suddenly covered with darkening window hangings.
Half of the people in the coffee shop looked in shock, while the other half kept drinking their lattes like nothing had happened.
One person knelt in the street, looking into the eyes of their loved one. The loved one looked up, the energy in their eyes slowly melting away.
She called for help. Called for someone to call an ambulance. She looked into the eyes of the people in the coffee shop.
They all turned back to their coffee.