The Washwater Hotel: Chapter 8 Tuesday Morning Brian had accepted the food delivery from the previous day: some of the same frozen fare, as well as the necessities he would be using to create his menu for the week. The delivery man had stacked the front of the walk-in full, leave the state of theContinue reading “High Spirits”
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Big Fish
The Washwater Hotel: Chapter 5 Friday, the week before. Steven Narrows had been staying in the Washwater since the beginning of the summer. Every other day, he would ride his bike the two miles up the road to the port, where the nearby river flowed into the ocean. His mornings were spent talking to theContinue reading “Big Fish”
The Dining Room
The Washwater Hotel: Chapter 4 Sunday Evening Joel had unpacked his things about the room, strategically putting away his binoculars, camera, and surveying equipment in the back of the closet, hidden away behind his hanging clothes. He glanced at the hands of the clock near the bed, reading 5:20. He sighed and went to theContinue reading “The Dining Room”
A Tall Order
The Washwater Hotel: Chapter 3 Saturday, the Previous Day Brian walked through the doors of the Washwater just past two o’clock. He adjusted the bill of his baseball cap over his eyes and looked back and forth for any guests about. The sole person near the front desk was a short, dark figure in whatContinue reading “A Tall Order”
A Bit of a Tremble
The Washwater Hotel: Chapter 2 Two months previous. Assemblyman Hunt giddily trailed his wife up the stairs to the forth floor of the hotel. The hem of her dinner dress, stopping just above her knee, tempted him. He tickled her pale, bare thigh with the tips of his fingers as she hurried up the treadsContinue reading “A Bit of a Tremble”