Tag: motel
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THE FIRST SNOWFALL
Her skin is pale, her rumpled cotton vest and panties whiter than the cream sheets she lies on. She murmurs something in her sleep and rolls over, an exquisite bare thigh arching on top of the covers. Her hair is dark black in contrast, a short bob framing her resting face. The cold winter air…
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THE PICTURE ON THE WALL
Another motel, another room, another picture on the wall. This one a broad wearing suspenders changing the tyre on a car. It wasn’t the worst one I’d seen. Too many pillows on the bed. I picked one up and sat it on my lap, my back sat against the huge cushioned headboard. The bedside lamp…
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HUNTING SEASON
White gives way to green. Cold to warmth. Life returns. I feel invigorated. Hibernation is over. Fresh blood runs through veins. Months since anyone came through. It’s been lonely recently. I’m eager to entertain. Soon the tourists will return. The young and adventurous. The healthy and vital. The thrillseekers. I’m happy to oblige. The highway…
Iain Kelly 