Tag: Writing
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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…
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SANCTUARY

He cowered in the shadows. Outside he could hear the screams and the howling. The others had left him. They promised to return by nightfall. Until then he was on his own. Footsteps pounded past the opening. He held his breath until they faded away. How long did he have left? How long before they…
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AFTERMATH

Pale skin made her standout. Too many heads turned in her direction. Assassinations make people suspicious. Years of civil war did that to a country. The heat was heavy and oppressive. The hotel, a ramshackle construction of tin roofs and wooden struts, teetering on collapse. The receptionist, red lips and false eyelashes, eyed her as…
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IN THE ROAD

Maisie smacked her head against the window as the car rocked down the main street. ‘Thought they just fixed these potholes? Didn’t do a very good job.’ ‘Maisie.’ ‘Every year this road gets worse.’ ‘Maisie.’ ‘Cracks turn to massive holes in the road.’ ‘Maisie. Stop and look.’ ‘We end up with tyres blown out.’ ‘Maisie,…