PHOTO PROMPT © Jilly Funell
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“I badly need coffee.”
“Let’s go to the tower first. Visiting hours will end soon,” she urged.
They got a panoramic bird’s eye view of the city. But he could only see the people sitting on the road side café and enjoying their coffee.
“Let’s leave,” he said.
They heard a loud explosion and the tower shook. It felt as if the earth had moved from beneath their feet. He looked down where thick clouds of smoke and dust were rising up. He could hear sirens in the distance.
Where did the café go?