Roadtrip

“Hey, Babe, can you get us some ice?” were not even supposed to be here at this rundown motel. The Seaworth was our destination, but they were booked for the weekend some science convention. And the goddamn tire on our rental caught a flat. God had better been interfering for some good reason.

Stupid Bullshit.

The words slipped out of my mouth at the clerk working the front desk tonight. When I reached the end of the stairs heading towards the ice box. A stranger comes towards me his head is buried in his phone. While he speaks on another one.

“The Seaworth?”

“Seriously? No survivors?”

“Some freak accident, huh!”

Seaworth no survivors?

My mind goes into a frenzy.

I return to our room moving a lot faster than I was ten minutes ago.

“Janine! Honey Janine where are you?”

She comes out her hair dripping into her robe.

“What?” She says her head tilted to ranging out her hair.

When he focuses on the television he turns his wife’s body to show her. The woman speaks on the television about a freak accident that happened at the Seaworth. An explosion killing everyone inside people are still missing.

“What happened in that hotel?” Her eyes go wide like saucers.

Thank god for this run down piece of .....