Larry and Jan sat at a table at La Puerta Falsa sampling Bogotá’s signature dish, steaming bowls of ajiaco. They had just come from the Museo Botero, home to an impressive collection of paintings by Colombia’s most famous visual artist, Fernando Botero.
“I never thought of retiring here, Larry, but this isn’t the Bogotá I’d heard of.”
“That’s ancient history, dear. Bogotá is safer now than most large U.S. cities, and our dollar is going to go a lot farther here.”
“Is money really a question, Lar? After all, you’ve done well over the years.”
“I know, but that’s because I didn’t spend foolishly. I made my customers do that.”
“Whatever you say. Yes, let’s spend the rest of our lives here.”
Larry Zalkalns had spent the better part of five decades as the largest drug kingpin on America’s east coast. He was no fool. He only benefited from them.
Written for the What Pegman Saw photo writing challenge. The idea is to use an image of the target location, such as the one at the top of the page, to craft a piece of flash fiction no more than 150 words long. My word count is 150 exactly.
Today, Pegman takes us to Bogotá, Columbia. Usually, when I think of Bogotá, I think of drug cartels and gun violence, but I read an article recently that said Columbia had become a great place to retire and is much safer now than in previous decades.
I found a 2015 New York Times story called 36 Hours in Bogotá, Colombia which seemed aimed at younger readers, but which also gave me enough material to use in crafting my scene.
The image above comes from the Spanish language edition of National Geographic.
Given Bogotá’s historic reputation, I gave Larry an interesting profession.
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