World Changes (flash fiction)
Something big was about to happen. The fog hovering below the ceiling showed them Mr. Putzkammer had sat there for a while. He had never smoked in a meeting—always in his presidential office, windows open.
The vice presidents assembled around the conference table and nervously looked at each other. Small coughs staccato in the silence and rolling storm clouds of smoke.
Would he announce layoffs? Who would go? They weighed chances of others around the table.
“As you well know,” Mr. Putzkammer said, “the past two years haven’t been kind to us. I’m afraid that the world is changing too quickly for me. And the stool at the cigar bar is getting more comfortable. My father started this company and much later handed me the responsibility of running it. I don’t want to run it into the ground. It’s time for some younger blood.” He leaned back, surveying the faces staring at him. “So… who should be my successor?”
Just a bit over the 150-word limit: this story is 160 words. I need to get better about cutting words down!