The curtain raised. We all stood to attention and managed a macabre applause. The band had been blown up in the NYE Paris terrorist attack. In a freaky twist of fate, they’d just ducked outside to have a cigarette, and were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Meanwhile, their instruments which remained exactly where they were, had survived unscathed. I’ve heard that bass player, Sebastian Gordon, intended to quit that night, and that was going to be his last cigarette. Tragically, it was, although it wasn’t how he’d planned to quit for good. It wasn’t how they’d planned to stick together either. Either they’d been born under an unlucky star, or It was a twist of fate.
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This has been another contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wishoff-Fields at https://rochellewisoff.com/. This week’s photo prompt was kindly contributed by Dale Richardson.
Best wishes,
Rowena
Someone’s always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Luckily, most of us manage to be in the right place
Forgive me, it seems they went out with a bang at least…
I promise you, I wrote mine before I read yours!
When the fickle finger of fate points in your direction, there’s nothing that can be done about it.
That was . . . a bad break.
‘how they’d planned to stick together’ – too funny, Rowena!
I hope this is not a true story! Tragic end indeed!
No, it wasn’t a true story but it was inspired by the terrorist attacks at a concert in Paris a few years ago. I don’t think any of the band members died but certainly people died in the audience.
Thanks, CE.
Definitely.
Yes. indeed. In the extensive research I’ve been doing of soldiers during WWI, it’s definitely been the case. The lone survivor who lost all their mates around them, and the person beyond the front lines who is killed by a random shell. My mother has always used the line: “meant to be”. It provides a sound interpretation without pointing the finger.
What a way to go. Excellent tale telling!
oy. Poor things.
Thanks very much, Bear.
Less chance of trouble when you stay in your lounge at home unless something flies through the window or your TV explodes.
Most definitely. Won’t be forgotten either and someone’s going to make some money out of their increased sales.
A sad tale of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. There are echoes of truth to you story given our current climate. Good storytelling, Rowena!