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This week’s task in 150 words: this week a page from a 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.