LIVING IT UP AT THE HOTEL INFERNO

Frank opened his door, bleary-eyed, towel over shoulder, wash bag in hand. The queue for the bathroom stretched down the corridor, the usual faces. He nodded to a few as he walked past and reached the end of the line. Hot cobbles burned the souls of his feet, singeing the flesh. Others swayed from side-to-side … Continue reading LIVING IT UP AT THE HOTEL INFERNO