I’d Sacrifice Anything Come What Might


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I’d Sacrifice Anything Come What Might

The hotel on the canal is the ugliest establishment I’ve ever seen, but when we enter the dilapidated lobby, a Guatemalan woman is singing Sinatra’s “Oh, Look at Me Now.” I squeeze John’s hand. Serendipity. He smirks.

Mold scents our bedroom, which overlooks the murky canal. The smell of fish hovers. Paint on the walls curls upward. I refuse to look around, fearful of multi-legged creatures.

Instead, we hug and kiss, fall passionately onto the lumpy mattress.

“I’ve Got You Under My Skin” rises through the thin floors. My fingers caress. Finite time echoes.

We have now.



Sascha Darlington 2/8/2018



32 replies »

  1. Quite realistic. 💚 At first I was dubious, but then I decided, yeah intimacy would take priority in this scenario, and then thinking further, if there were say, a snake or a tarantula in the room, or a lot of smoke, that would take priority. I rather like the building, I’ve stayed at worse. 😃

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