Blindsided. I had no idea that the disastrous meeting with the clients was coming. No one spoke in the taxi.

The phone buzzed as I lay in my hotel room staring at the ceiling.

“Wanna get something to eat?” It was my colleague.


There wasn’t much open this late, but we found a small bar with big laughter and loud music. We went inside.

“A karaoke bar?” The day’s hits stacked up.

“Well, I’m too tired and hungry to go anywhere else.”

After food and drinks, we held microphones. Happy to be torturing others, we sang song after song.


Photo is copyright by Kirsten Nordine.

Daily Post prompt. (100 words)

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