Room Service – A Flash Fiction for #FFFC

Gregory had just finished transferring the photo set from his camera to his laptop. All that was left was sending this packet of damning photos to his contact at the agency. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

“Room service”, spoke the voice from the other side.

It was about time, it seemed like hours had passed since he had placed his order and the grumbles in his stomach had been distracting. He walked over and opened the door. The staff member handed him a tray with everything he had ordered; except the coffee.

“Uh, there’s supposed to be coffee too!”, he said in an annoyed tone.

“Yes sir, I must have left it on the cart over there. If you will just follow me, I will give it to you there.”

Gregory didn’t think that was very good service but with his work complete at least he wouldn’t have to stay here another night. He followed the man to the cart where the carafe of warm dark liquid was waiting.

“My apologies, sir”, said the man as he handed the coffee and a mug to Gregory. “Do you need anything else?”

“No, thank you.”, said Gregory and he headed back to his room. He set the coffee and mug on the tray with the rest of his breakfast and made to carry it to the little table by the window. As he was moving around the bed, he dropped the tray in shock, spilling its contents all over.

His laptop and camera were no longer there.

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Talk about a bad day. Hopefully your day goes better than Gregory’s.

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #41

Prompt image by Andrew Neel at Pexels.com

Thanks for reading and have a great day!

Jim Sponseller – mindescapes.net – 2019