Tag: short story

Room 309

She was asked at check-in if she had a room preference. At first she started to note she had no preference. Then, without thinking she blurted out she wanted room 309. Luckily, there was such a room and it was available. She went straight to the window and […]

Becoming unstuck

She had packed eveything up into the van. Well, not everything. Just what could fit and somewhat mattered. She only brought what she could connect to. Or so she hoped. She wanted to move on with what was just necessary. Yet, her insecurities seemed to spill out into […]