Alexavier Shaw paced restlessly while his Expert System recounted the details of the morning’s stock trading. He was worth another billion, just another day in the penthouse.
The bar was out of Scotch, so he happily clutched the excuse to take a walk.
While returning, he encountered an anomaly; an ancient wooden door in the concrete canyon. Through it, he could see a field of wildflowers and hear birds. A circus caravan wound its way up a hillside and calliopes played in the distance.
Shaw grunted and pushed the door shut. He’d return to counting, because nothing counts but more.
100 words. Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt:
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