A terrible coincidence (or premonition)

Welp, here goes. I’m a writer, and in early March of this year, I read about a short story contest due May 1st in which the winner would have their work published. I don’t know why this came to mind, but I thought to make an allegorical tale in which a woman, whose lover dies by drowning after jumping off a bridge, dreams her way through the five stages of grief as explained by various scenes involving water (for example: in the ‘denial’ stage, she goes into a house that’s being flooded to urge the residents to leave, but this family just sits on the couch watching television and refuses to admit they’re being flooded even as the water rises up before their eyes). This was March 11th. On March 13th, my boyfriend committed suicide by jumping a bridge into the Hocking River. He had no idea what I was writing. I only got into the planning stages of that short story. There’s no fucking way I’m going to finish it now.

My dog teleported

People don’t believe me when I tell them, but my dog appeared out of thin air in my room once. The door was closed & I was in my room for a good hour, when all of a sudden I hear a weird yelp. I turn around and my pup was already at the door scratching to get out.

He came back to warn them

My SO’s grandparents grew up on a tea farm in Bengal, where flash floods are common. (And highly dangerous.)

One night they’re driving home from the community hall, which was basically the only thing to do on weekends. It’s beginning to rain and very late. You cant see more than 20 feet ahead.

Still, nothing they haven’t encountered a hundred times before–certainly nothing worth worrying about …yet.

So they’re approaching small bridge right before their home, one they’ve taken multiple times in the rain. Before crossing, a beloved groundskeepers appears a few feet ahead. He waves them down, “You must go around the bridge, this one is flooded on the other side!” They thank him and turn back to the center to stay the night.

The next morning they return back to the village to find the bridge completely destroyed. They learn an unknowing car had been swept away trying to cross. Before they could ask who it was, a neighbor auntie ask why they turned around. They let them know about the groundskeeper’s warning.
She goes white as a ghost and after a bit responds, “He was in the car taken by the broken bridge. There is no way he could have warned you.”