The hall was crowded and David eased his way towards the stage. Squeezing through the throng and ducking under the inevitable signs, he found the spot where his view was unobstructed.
He checked his watch noting it was seven fifty, and then patted his left chest pocket for reassurance. He could hear his heart pounding and he began to sweat.
His fellow directors had chosen to boycott the meeting but there was no way he was going to miss it.
On cue the President of the Autoworkers Union was introduced by the speaker on stage. He entered to resounding cheers and applause from the members. Watching carefully David noted no one left and no one came on the bare platform to join the two men. This was his chance. Amidst the noise, he pulled the gun from his jacket and fired the deadly shot.
Sarah is hosting D’Verse Poets tonight and the theme is Prosery. A piece of flash fiction of 144 words or less. She has asked us to use the following line from the poem Adelstrop by Edward Thomas – No one left and no one came on the bare platform.