In a Hotel Room

Written by: Charles Clive

The Hotel brochure came by post and told me all that I should know. With not much time to make a choice, I booked my Room and set to go. The pictures showed a sunken bath, with fluffy towels and marble loo; a typhoon shower, terrazzo tiles, it even had a bidet, too! They asked me, did I want to have a whopping king-sized double bed, indeed, perhaps, I’d much prefer a boudoir – for the newlywed? I gazed upon a sandy beach, with swaying palms, a lavish view, and, just nearby, the swimming pool looked crystal clear and sparkling blue. So, here I am and weary from a long and somewhat tiresome flight, to find my Room is rather small and looks onto a building site! ~
For Black Eyed Susan's Competition.