some dance to remember, some dance to forget 

The neon light from the hotel lobby spilled out onto the courtyard.  She stood in the shadow of the doorway, the glow from her cigarette flaring briefly in the darkness.  She watched him walk away.  His stride relaxed.  Languid.  Carrying that suitcase.  Not looking back.  She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and rubbed the back of her neck.  Taking a last drag of the Marlboro, she sighed an exhale, crushed its remains against the wall and turned to look back at the room.  The sheets tangled.  The weak street light cutting shapes through the blinds.  Her shoes and skirt on the floor.  Her shirt and jacket flung on the back of the chair.  

Fuck”, she said, “that was unexpected.”

3 thoughts on “Hotel

  1. ChewTheCud says:

    Dating site work out better than expected?

  2. dolceii says:

    Chew…I wish, I wish…;-) No, just indulging in a little fantasy. Got a lot of business meetings this week. And there’s sometimes something about a man in a suit.

  3. 302 says:

    and then she finds the mini bar and is can’t help thinking about the iffy shampoo and soap in the bathroom, who would have thought that was the next surreal thing to pop in her mind – she never saw it coming.

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