“Hurry up!” yelled Frank, but Betty continued searching through the house.
“I can’t go without my lucky shoes!”
“Then wear another pair” he said, deftly.
They have been saving for this trip since they first met. Ten years of wedded bliss without a proper honeymoon and now finally they are going….but not if they miss their flight.
“Wait for me, my shoe is stuck in this grate!” she begged, as her impatient husband rushed her.
Then they heard the blast. 129+ victims dead at the hands of terrorists. They would have been killed too, if not for her lucky shoes…
This is my entry into this weeks’ Friday Fictioneers.
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