Flash Fiction #3
I have been a constant presence in some of the smartest clubs over the years, even held pride of place.
I have witnessed great men gather; kings of commerce, political giants, lords and dukes even. Heard them discuss great things, secret things, important things. I have been entrusted to silently hold witness to the moving, the shaking and the parties held in their back rooms.
When the owner of the last club died, his family took me in and I was so grateful I wasn’t cast aside as so many of my compatriots had been.
My great days are gone…
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted To Purple Blog, and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.