Chong Woo had the best office in the world. From his stool he’d watch as 747s streaked across the clouds. His customers were always grateful, if somewhat surprised, to see him.
‘How did you get here?’ was a common greeting. His response was always the same: a smile.
Chong’s old bones were starting to creak; the thin air and raw sunlight were increasingly hard on his ageing body. However, it was setting up each morning which was really taking its toll. Getting a hot dog stand to the top of Mt. Everest sure was hard work for a 90 year old.
This is my entry into this weeks 100 word challenge over at Friday Fictioneers