If it's Friday, it must be the Great Madison Woods Friday Flash Fiction Extravaganza & Traveling Show!
Only thing is, it's Thursday. I got my contribution done early and thought I'd post it. Above is the pictorial prompt, below the prompt provoked piece.
So sue me.
Hassan and the American
Hassan had always felt it was a honor to be a real estate professional in the historically rich city on the Mediterranean in which he had lived since birth.
He had worked so very hard his entire life to achieve this measure of growing success. His clientele had now extended to include wealthy foreigners, including a fair number of Americans.
Today he was scheduled to meet with one such American, one that if well-satisfied was in a position to send him a great deal more business from many well-heeled Americans. But Hassan found no hope or joy in this prospect. He found only fear and sorrow.
The American had informed him earlier that week that he was interested in property in the Village Ancienne with its centuries old white-walled living quarters, only minimally updated plumbing and other facilities, and narrow stone alleyways well- trodden as far back as Biblical times.
"This will not be easy," Hassan thought as he left to pick up the American.
"Not easy?" he cried aloud, "it will be a disaster!"
As Hassan and the American approached the entrance to the Village Ancienne, Hassan knew that the time had more than come. He drew a deep breath.
"With all due respect, sir, " he began, "I just don't think that ...."
His quavering voice broke off.
"What's that?" said the American, "You just don't think what?"
Hassan sputtered once more, then it all came pouring out.
"I just don't think this is the property for you, Governor Christie!"
And Coming Soon:
Based on characters created by Franz Kafka
(It's gonna be a toe-tappin', mandible droppin' delight!)