the tea shop i go for coffee and cigs every morning...burnt due to a electric spark sometime in the night...the people moving the remains are the people who served coffee.
asked if they would reopen, and they said, lets see. in the morning after the fire, they had downed the shutters, and were simple standing across the road with their arms folded, all quiet... just looking at the shop.
there is this moment..hour...period of things setting in, after something major has happened. till you realise whats happened, life seems normal, except for that trance that sets in.
hope the shop reopens soon...
burnt..!
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