Hotel Room, prose by Rex Fausett at Spillwords.com

Hotel Room

Hotel Room

written by: Rex Fausett

 

As we prepare to leave the hotel, the room and its widely spread contents shrink to fill a few suitcases, and the room will remain as we found it, but rumpled. Pieces of used paraphernalia lie around, discarded after use, awaiting a small Thai woman named Maria, who will gather up the detritus and remove our essence from the room along with the detritus. Our surrendered key cards will have our data deleted, and we will just be a memory on a saved visitor log that no-one will ever access. It seems we are merely ghosts passing through.

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

So many hotel rooms, so many local tourist guides, so many empty glasses and crusted plates. So many smiling receptionists and overworked concierges. So many strange beds.

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