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This week’s task in 150 words: this week a page from a diary.
Dear Diary,
She said a short walk to the hotel from the train and I’d find her waiting in the foyer.
However, the hotel lobby was crowded, there’d been an alarm set off, all the guests were milling about. She wasn’t to be seen.
I waited and waited, nothing, no sight of her.
The crowds soon returned to their respective rooms, I asked at the desk for her room number. They had no record of her being there. I checked the hotel’s name in case I’d made a mistake.
I didn’t understand. She said this hotel. Why tell me otherwise?
Then she was there, by my side. She smiled, but her eyes said otherwise. They were vacant, glazed over, she took my hand it was cold, her breath was rancid, I stepped back and like mist she vanished, her breath staying in my mouth.
I am shaken to the core.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/04/22/saturday-mix-april-22-2017/
Gothic romance to be sure. Nice twist — almost stood up by a wraith!
Almost, but shaken to the core…
What a beautiful narration. Loved it 🙂
Thank you so much, appreciate you stopping by..
Nice setup. I love how you set the scene.
Thank you so much….thanks for stopping by..
Cold hands and rancid breath are a definite turn-off. Yuck!
Nicely done, Michael.
Thank you Cathy. Not much reason to hang around is there.
Nope…lol.
I’m left wondering if the “something” that set off the alarm at the hotel had anything to do with her condition…
I am thinking Lyn your assumption is well founded….have a good Sunday…
Yikes! Nicely done, loved the twist from a mundane situation into pure Gothic (and the many questions raised with that shift) – even if it left a bad taste in ones mouth! 😉
Thanks Georgia, those stories can be like that…good prompt to play with BTW..
She knew it was wrong as she saw him standing there, brow furrowed in confusion, as he looked for her – though she stood right there next to him. She knew what this would do to him; she knew! “Oh, but for one last touch of his hand – just one, I must have this!” She cried, waiting until he turned his head to materialize beside him.
My apologies, but that was my exact thought reading your wonderfully woven words.
Well I am impressed and flattered and thank you for sharing those wonderful thoughts….I like what you have written, though it does create the impetus for another tale…you are the second person this past week who has taken my story and added their bit to it, hence I feel so very flattered….have a great day…