Mar 25, 2017
Winnie’s had been packed that morning, but finally, between the early risers and the hangover quenchers, things settled down. Fabian finally placed his order (the third special, with extra bacon, under cooked) and took a second sip from his third cup of coffee---
BOOM!
The mug quaked in Fabian’s hand, sloshing coffee onto his trousers, nearly unnoticed. He grabbed his napkin and dabbed vacantly at his lap as he turned to look out the diner’s front window.
“---the hell was that?”