No one believed it was fate but we knew different.
They said it wouldn’t last. It was doomed to failure. The nay-sayers couldn’t believe it even if they wanted to. And they didn’t want to. It’s not that they had a vested interest in our failure – or did they?
We did have the luxury of prior knowledge. Our ability to time travel had enabled us to predict future events well.
This had come in handy to support the affluent lifestyle we had become accustomed too. Futures stock prices were due to plummet but only for a short time. Buying low and selling high is the dream of any investor. To us it was the key to a happy and adventurous life.
If only those non- believers had trusted us with their money we could have doubled their capital for them. If only they had wished us well instead of casting us out from their clique.
We left them to their belief in fate.
This is is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, July Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’