Room 9 – edited

I wasn’t sure that part 3 of my Hotel series “Room 9” was fully formed when I posted it. I left it up for a while  so I could think about what it was that wasn’t working for me. I’ve updated it now, and I also have the bones of the next chapter in my head. I hope to get that posted once I’ve got some real life stuff dealt with this week. Anyway, take another look and let me know what you think.

Read Part 1 – Room 210

Read part 2 – I’m Not A Weirdo

Read part 3 – Room 9

 

The most intimate of friends

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“Grey Lines with Black Blue & Yellow” Georgia O’Keeffe 1923

It was a relaxed arrangement. For weeks before we chatted at length on-line and then on the phone, and we both wanted to explore further without pressure of partners being involved, or it just being a drunken fumble as previous experiences had been. We became friends with a common interest.

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2. I’m Not A Weirdo

An email notification flashed on her screen, diverting her attention from the documentation she was working on. Just as the alert slid out of view, her brain processed the subject line. She sensed a flutter in the pit of her stomach. She tried hard not to think too much about that morning. It had been some weeks since it happened. Her face flushed.

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1. Room 210

When people really paid attention to her they noticed she was an introvert, but most mistook this for being distant, disinterested, not part of the crowd. She worked in a world where being an introvert did not make sense. It was as if she were two people at the same time.

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