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In Shadows
Marisa hates this hallway. When Mr. Santiago, her supervisor, first led her around, he gushed over the honeymoon couples who found the white arches romantic, how they craved the soft lighting he installed.
As she exchanges clean towels for soiled, she hears the familiar raised voice of a woman.
“Randy is gone,” she cries.
Mr. Santiago says the same words he always says: “Perhaps he found married life was not for him.”
“It’s our honeymoon, you idiot.”
As Marisa pushes the laundry hamper down the corridor, she averts her gaze and hums the languid native song of death and protection.
end 1/19/2017
S. Darlington
The creepy hotel and its Mr Santiago was nice, but the great touch was that the native song of death and protection was languid.
I loved this.
Thank you! I appreciate your reading! 🙂
I appreciate your writing, it’s wonderful
What stories the staff in hotels must see every day – not sure I would want to spend a honeymoon here. Nice take Sascha
A honeymoon hotel good ploy, the picture fits it nicely. A twisty tug of a song changed it all. Good read.😎
There is something terrible going on here. And not saying what it is only adds to the uneasiness.
Yes, the untold part causes great unease… Well done!
Poor lady, her husband left her on their honeymoon. That’s pretty awful! Nice write!
Thank you, Mandi!
That sounds both suspicious and creepy. Where is Sherlock Holmes when you need him? Good writing, Sascha. 🙂 — Suzanne