(Author’s note: The subject of today’s writing seemed a bit obvious, so I figured I’d go with an obvious choice for music and theme. Enjoy!)
Postcards from Paris
by Miles H. Rost
Percy, the great lawyer, expert toastmaster, had no words.
He peered across the city from his temporary office. He had very little time to see the “City of Love”, with a merger that was looming over him. Once it completed, he sat back and took a breath.
He opened his briefcase and pulled out another folder. Looking through the paperwork, he sighed. He glanced at the Eiffel Tower, then at the Arc du Triomphe, and finally pushed the paperwork into the auto shredder.
He pulled out his phone and hit 1.
“Honey, Merger’s done. Set up the counseling appointment. I’m there. ”