This was an exclusive establishment; its reputation for fine cuisine had reached the whole city.
Clive ushered his guests through, careful to avoid undue attention from the other patrons. It would be unseemly to cause a stir. They filed discreetly past a large window with an elaborate glass panel emblazoned with its uptown address, announcing to all that this was the place to be seen.
They moved like shadows down the back alley. Clive was as good as his word – they loaded their carrybags from trashcans overflowing with discarded delicacies.
Clive’s riverbank New Year’s party was well catered this year.
Once more this 100 word story is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who does a brilliant job of selecting a photo prompt, and hosting the weekly flash fiction challenge. Read them all here.
Clive is following in the footsteps of another well-bred man about town who you might enjoy revisiting