Had five minutes with nothing to do at work, so I banged this out for the Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Madison Woods. Follow the link to see the picture prompt and to read upwards of one hundred short stories.
Larry Holmes ducked into the narrow, shadowed alley and his hand instinctively went to the fanny pack hidden under his thin polo shirt. He was convinced everyone eyeballed him, sizing him up for a robbery.
“That fat American must be rich,” he imagined them saying.
He’d followed the desk clerk’s directions, found the blue door and hadn’t been mugged.
Grecian whores were apparently incomparable, lithe and willing. The clerk said this was the finest bordello in town. He straightened his shoulders, licked his lips and imagined the exotic delights within. The door opened. Larry entered and was never seen again.