The Real Thing

The Washwater Hotel: Chapter 9 Tuesday Evening It was some time late in the day, far after the lunch hour had passed. Joel had finished his sketch of the contraption under the hotel’s entrance, and the notes jotted down to accompany it. The previous pages of the notebook were filled with similar observations. His stomachContinue reading “The Real Thing”

Getting Around

The Washwater Hotel: Chapter 6 Monday Morning Joel sat on the edge of his bed, waiting on the call. The handset began to ring, and he snatched it up. “This is room 315.” “Joel?” The expected voice spoke to him. “Yeah, Henry, it’s me.” “Any luck?” Joel stood up and looked out the window, downContinue reading “Getting Around”