The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Thursday morning, January 12th. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)
This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Wednesday night, January 18th, 2017.
The statue of Man faced the building, across a paved courtyard, like an omen. An omen for what, he wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the statue’s blank eyes or the glass facade of the building, but he actually hesitated. Not for long, but long enough.
Hands in pants pockets, he regarded both, statue and building. He’d learned to trust his instincts: they were shouting at him to walk away. Why?
He didn’t take walking away lightly. In his price range, it wasn’t wise. Still, stepping back to wait for another opportunity was acceptable. He had no interest in returning payment, but neither was he going to turn stupid and miss the chance to spend the money.
He dialed a number on a cell he’d soon throw away. “Carter. You checked the Client?” Of course, he had, but asking never hurt. And asking would tell Carter things he didn’t want to put into words while in public.
“Don’t I always? The money’s good; it’s in the bank.”
“Look again. Deeper.”
“Davis?” A pause. “Okay.”
Davis looked at the statue once more – the building – and walked away.