AW, SHUCKS!
Henry’s hotel had seen better days,
but then so had the town.
Within a decade of the County
re-routing the highway the place had become a backwater, full of washed-up
trash and drifters. The hotel’s wallpaper peeled off and flakes of rust fell if
a pigeon landed on the roof.
When a stranger booked a room for a
week, Henry was too astonished to enquire what the man did all day out in the
woods, and when he offered to buy the place, Henry practically bit his hand
off.
Henry left for Florida a week before
the new owner struck gold.
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Yet again Rochelle has found a photo to stir the imagination, this one taken by JSBrand. Thanks to those of you who sympathized with my internet dilemma last week - I found a lovely woman locally who fixed it, so now I'm back in business, and can comment on more posts than I did last week.
One more thing - if any of you have been good enough to buy my book - link at the top of the page if you haven't! - could you please compound your kindness by writing a review? Thanks.
