The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner opens early Thursday morning, September 21st. 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 Friday night, September 29th, 2017.
He leaned back in the taxi, ignoring the glitterati of the city around him. It had been a long day, dawn to dusk, full of horns and exhaust and the low, steady, rumble in the heart of the city.
Beethoven sounded loud in the cab – Dun Dun Dun Da – and he pulled out his cell.
“The vote came in about fifteen minutes ago, Mr. Dunbar.”
“Sandy Thompson won.”
There was a long pause. “What did you wish me to do, sir?”
“Nothing at all.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Mrs. Jones, I am.”
He clicked off the phone. “Nothing at all,” he repeated to himself. He had Ms. Thompson right where he wanted her.
The sounds of the city were music to his ears.