3 Words: Hotel, Complain, Royal (December 7, 2012 prompt)
by Rahn Olaso
It was the last day of my trip, and it was pouring rain. Every day before this had been bright, sparkling, and perfect, and I had spent them all in a boardroom discussing trade tariffs and delivery schedules. I had purposely scheduled my flight home a day late in order to do some Christmas shopping, and now the shale colored sky was seeking to prove that Noah’s deluge was a historical possibility.
Now that the day was here however, I was not going to fail. Tensions in this part of the world were escalating, and I might not make it back for some time, if at all. Three steps from the hotel to the taxi left me drenched, the wind making my umbrella less a help than a genuine nuisance, but at least the market was covered.