Misfortune

A handsome, if a little gaunt, figure strolled into the Costa's coffee bar. He looked round furtively, spotted his quarry and strode over. A dog's leash snapped and the small terrier darted through the open door.

"I'm glad you decided to meet me today" The figure looked flustered

"The pleasure is all mine" The wheelchair bound stranger was distracted by the plop of his biscotti dropping into his coffee.

"That was probably me too...Things have a habit of going wrong when I'm around"

"I wouldn't worry about it. Once you meet the others I'm sure you'll feel at ease. The name's Issac by the way"

The figure wiped his hands on his jeans, a small hole appeared. "Jude"

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