“No such thing as bad publicity.”
Genghis Khan* #quote
Going to be headin' to the movies tomorrow so that'll be fun. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Merchant And The City
An old merchant looked out over the horizon. A titanic mountain that once engulfed him in its massive shadow appeared only as a tiny bump in the distance. He smiled. He'd traveled a lot but that cozy city next to the mountain really gave him some nice sights. A church with a marvelous statue, and a big tree whose branches stretched over the lake. The citizens negotiated fairly with him, he didn't need to try and sucker them to make a profit. The merchant especially loved the new robes the tailor made for him. Elegant craftsmanship for such a small town. That kind of talent can't be taught.
While the merchant reminiscence and his driver continued the caravan forward the mountain rumbled. Then the mountain snapped open with dirt and lava shooting into the air. The powerful blast from the mountain caused a thunderous roar than nearly sent the merchant's horses fleeing. Luckily the driver managed to reign them in.
The merchant didn't know what quite to do. He decided that at most he could do was be thankful for his luck and mourn for the city. He kept on going on with his life, the city living on in his heart.