A glass of champagne which I fear may lose its bubbles
The clock on the bedside table read 00.17 when the telephone rang. Assuming it would be a reveller calling to wish me Happy New Year, I lifted the handset.
‘Look out the window.’
‘Put down the phone, walk over to the window, and look out.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘For once in your life, do as you are told.’
Shaking my head, I returned the phone to its cradle. Gazing out, I saw nothing until there was a flash. I heard the report followed by breaking glass. I fell backwards on to the bed, and then came darkness.
About the author
Roger is a regular contributor to the CaféLit site and a couple of his stories have been selected for the Best of CaféLit 2012.
Since opening the call for 100 worders Roger has really risen to the challenge and over the coming weeks his will appear regularly!