The Reading Room - Ill Met In Passamaquoddy by Chajka

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Well, this one is just a hoot and a holler away from being serious, which you can take to mean that it isn't.  Have fun with it, and by all means use your imagination to conjure the images you need to really enjoy this romp by chajka.
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Redux~ "The Hotel" inspired by the Eagles "Hotel California"

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This was a song story of sorts, posted last year...since this is a song story weekend coming Glennagirl suggested I post it.

                       

It was late and he’d had a long day’s drive up through northern California. Illya Kuryakin estimated that he was not far from the Oregon border when he decided to call it a day.

It was the end of October with the scenery having been spectacular along the way and there were a few times he was tempted to stop to partake of the view, but as usual he didn’t.  He and his partner rarely stopped to smell the roses, as Napoleon would often say when they would be boarding their flight to New York after an assignment is some exotic locale.

He surmised he had reached the border, when the scenery changed dramatically. The road became rather desolate, and the landscape became more desert-like. Guessing that he’d crossed into the great basin, Illya shrugged off the change. Yet he was a little annoyed with himself as he thought he’d mapped out the the trip accurately.  The Russian became concerned that he’d have to spend the night in the car. He was tired, and didn’t relish the thought of doing that.

It was then he saw it, a dilapidated but shimmering sign for a place called the Hotel Ca... the name was broken away, but another sign beneath it indicated luxury accommodations as well as a swimming pool. There was an equally decrepit sign that indicated there was a vacancy.

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