Some kind of Buick, left in a stream. It used to be somebody’s dream.
-Adrian Belew
Chandury walked from the office to the his aged Honda and propped the broken hatch with his shoulder while he set the box beside the others.
He let the hatch drop and stretched his sore back.
The motel looked about the same from the outside, but he knew it was an illusion. The long decay that came from amassed deferred maintenance, guest complaints, refunds, vacancies.
The maids had been dismissed five years ago, the threadbare towels never replaced.
Bedbugs had been the final straw.
Yep. The bedbugs would do it for me too, I’m afraid. Great take.
Good story of neglect. Bedbugs – ugh! You conjured up a most unsavoury place to stay.
Yikes! Bedbugs, dirty towels–I’m guessing dirty sheets and dirty toilet as well. Not a welcoming place.
This place is making Fawtly Towers look good. Sometimes people pick themselves up on the way down and give themselves a bit of a shake and turn things around. Unfortunately, some stay of that downwards trajectory until it’s too late to go back. They can only start over.
Best wishes,
Rowena
A long descent into neglect and penury
There are a lot of these monstrosities dotting the rust belt. A symptom of the times. Well-written.
You’ve described this so well, Josh. I can just picture the inside to go with the outside. Time to give up the dream and move on…
A lovely description of the descent into decay.
Too late to save it now. A sorry story indeed.
My tale – ‘No pain no gain!
Dear Josh,
Such vivid descriptions I felt like I was there…and couldn’t wait to leave. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
The death of dream. The tone was so sad, that at first i thought he was loading his car with explosives to do himself in. Love the quote too.
Ugh, that is a really buggy story! Great write!
Eww, Bed bugs really was the final straw. Nicely done.
You painted a fine image, One of my earliest jobs included working with nomadic tramps,
Well-described.