[ WP ] You 're sitting in a coffee shop watching a man type on his computer . He types the words , `` It begins raining outside '' , and it instantly starts raining .

*It begins raining outside. * 
 
 I smiled to myself and took another sip of my coffee thinking to myself, `` Heh... inspiration.'' Quickly my smile faded, as I began to realize that it had just been a bright sunny day. The realization came from my sunglasses that were folded on the tiny round table. I placed my cup down on top of the lightly stained napkin and looked around the cafe. 
 
 Not a single reaction. Everyone was going about their business. The old man nibbling at his piece of cake with a folded newspaper in his free hand, he mumbled to himself about the latest international news. A young mother on the phone, telling her husband to bring diapers and something about the nanny, while wiping what must've been spit from her infant's mouth. I rubbed my eyes with one hand and looked to my left out the glass wall, not really sure what to expect. What I got was thunder with lighting off in the distance, what must've been on the other side of the city. 
 
 A sudden emptiness traced down my chest and I took another sip of coffee, looking at the back of the man's head. `` Do n't look,'' I tried convincing myself as I leaned my head to the left to peer over his shoulder once more. 
 
 *It begins raining outside. A storm brewed with lightning and thunder off in the distance* 
 
 I sit up, straightening my back. One hand on my leg and another wrapped around my coffee. `` Just typing the weather. Inspiration'' I believed, convincing myself the man was reacting to the weather outside. I leaned once more to satiate my curiosity. 
 
 *It raced and roared. Chased through the lights. A glow flowing from the edges, like a ghost through the sleepy eyes of a child. * 
 
 `` Curious,'' I thought, unsure of what it was and where it was going. A journal? A story maybe? Simply thoughts. It's what I do in my free time and I could n't have been the only one. I took a deep breath and another sip of coffee, thinking to myself nothing could be more normal, but with the same empty feeling. I leaned to my right. 
 
 *Oblivious and unaware, and simultaneously enveloped in curiosity. An emptiness that lead to his quick glances and peering eyes. He focused, listening in on the hollow requests of a young wife losing her love to another. To the racist murmurs of an old fashioned war hero. * 
 
 Disappointed, I thought `` Well that's not interesting, he's just observing..'' 
 
 *But he could n't know, as his mind was truly elsewhere sneaking his eyes over the shoulder of the author typing at his table. Crack! * 
 
 Startled I snapped my head to the left. Lightning. I was distracted for a moment before it hit me. `` Before... He wrote before it..'' My heart began racing and my hands trembled and I slid my cup of coffee away. I swallowed and that emptiness grew. I felt weak, dizzy almost. `` It's about him... He's just like me, listening.'' I lifted my head and leaned to the left. 
 
 *His soul drained through exhalation. Terrified, but for all the wrong reasons. The author ahead twisted his neck slowly* 
 
 My face went blank, he was staring at me with these beaded eyes. My body burned as all my muscles tightened. He was still typing. 
 
 *With a crooked grin the author spoke, `` curious? `` * 
 
 I shook my head slightly, his words were muffled by the air of fear clogging my ears. `` I'm sorry, what?'' He typed. 
 
 *Confused and befuddled. But he had no time to understand. As the car raced towards the small cafe, roaring through the sounds of horns from other vehicles. The driver jerked the wheel to turn the car but the slicked roads did him no favors. * 
 
 I creeped my head towards the left, my eyes flashing from left to right as they strained to look in two directions. I heard it. Louder and louder, the engine's roar was only subdued by the screech of its tires as it swung. 
 
 *Pounding over the concrete. Dragging into the small patch of mud and grass. The first crack tiny, and instantaneously the wall shattered. He had no time to think. He was lost. Ignoring the world whilst observing it. But he would observe no more. His curiosity killed him, as the author typed his life away. *
