“Oh no, they’re not open,” Liz said as she and Tina stood outside of the café.
“I don’t understand,” Tina said. “It’s half past nine and they usually open the place by eight.”
The two women peered through the glass doors. It was dark inside. Liz tried the door, but it was locked. “I see the sign that says NOPE, but nothing else to indicate why they’re not open.”
A man saw the two women standing by the door. He stopped and said the place was closed down. “Why?” Tina asked.
“The owner succumbed to COVID-19 last week,” the man said.
(100 words)
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
This, That, and the Other 
It’s a reality for so many people
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damn
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A lot of small family businesses will go this way. Sad times.
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Yes it is.
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Oh my gosh I wasn’t expecting that, but every day it becomes more commonplace 😦
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Unfortunately it does.
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The whole world held ransom to a microscopic virus. Lost a cousin.
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Sorry to hear that.
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A tale of our times, sadly.
Here’s mine!
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Even if owners aren’t getting sick, many are still losing their businesses. It’s a harsh side-effect.
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Yes it is.
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Now, that really IS a horror story!
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Very sad.
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Too many deaths, too much loss, I am really afraid of how little will be left when this is all done.
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great story fandango! Great take on the prompt! xo
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Thank you!
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