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Topic: Hotel/Motel (09/12/05)
TITLE: Hellish Hotel
By Christopher Jenyns
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Down the corridor I hear shouts and screams: people fighting. Their room is double booked by the sounds of it. They should be so lucky. I've been relocated twice already since I arrived. First, 203, then 302, now this.
I can't seem to relax in this heat. I put my remaining luggage down. A second thought and I kick the luggage under the bed. No point in losing more than I already have, I reason. The hand luggage bag was gone when I came back to my room to be relocated, the first time.
I head for the shower. There's one bathroom in the whole building. First floor. I take the stairs down. When I get there, I find a queue.
"How long have you been waiting?" I say to the guy ahead of me.
"Long enough, long enough," he says; I think he's going slightly crazy. I look down the queue. Noone can stand still. Everybody scratches irritably. I'm not going to wait, I tell myself.
On the way back to my room I pass a father and a son fighting in their room. Nice hook, I think to myself as I head back to the stairs up, this place is the pits. A moment later I pass a mother and daughter pulling each other's hair. I don't even bat an eyelid.
After climbing back to the fourth floor, I find the door to my room wide open. There's a dog in my room. No luggage. I pause in the midst of this dire Hotel, amidst the echoes of heckling laughter, alongside the debauchery behind unlocked doors, standing on a broken cyringe, steeling myself, bringing myself to a single-minded resolution: I will personally see the manager.
It doesn't go as planned. He thinks I'm telling jokes in a strange language and laughs at me with black teeth. After he sees that I'm persisting, he gestures at me violently. I can see that he's going to grab a bloodied knife off his kitchen table.
I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn around. A humble man is smiling gently at me. He leads me out into the foyer talking of a place in a mansion that he has prepared (parallel w/ John 14:2). An argument starts up though, because the manager does not want me to go. Nevertheless, the humble man indicates that I should go and so I do.
I hear someone being stabbed.
I find that the mansion is as grand as it had sounded. There is a fountain of water in the entryway and music that soothes every muscle in your body. The humble man is just behind me and I hear his voice.
I turn to see the humble man clothed in white. His garments are red with blood, but he tells me not to worry about it. This is my home, he says, this is where I may stay forever. From that point on, we talk and talk and I listen with joy.
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