by Celia Jenkins
a large brandy
“Hey, Mister. Mister,” Roseangela puffed down the dimly-lit
hallway after the hotel guest. “Is yours? You left in room.”
She held up a beige unmarked envelope which she had found in
plain sight on the neatly made bed. She wasn’t sure what surprised her more –
the envelope, or the fact that a middle-aged man (single occupancy) could make
his bed so nicely.
He turned slowly, shook his head and padded silently towards the
exit.
It was 6:42 and more than half of the doors in the corridor had
little ‘Do Not Disturb’ signs hung on the handle. The signs had a sombrero
motif, which Katerina said was some sort of joke about not coming into the room,
but Roseangela didn’t get it.
In Lima, she had worked at the same hotel for thirteen years.
When it closed down, she went North. Texas had been her home for six months, and
this was the third hotel she’d worked in. Katerina said it was ‘seedy’, but it
was better than the other two. They were motels, actually, but Roseangela didn’t
know the difference.
In the staffroom she wafted smoke out of her face and searched
in the haze.
“Hey, explain me. You say stopping now,” she waggled a finger at
her pretty young co-worker.
Katerina shrugged. “Life.”
“Hmm. Yesterday I saw you with Chang from Chinese takeaway. You
guys good-good friends now, huh?” she teased.
“Quiet, you.” Katerina blushed and put away her phone. She
pointed at the envelope. “What’s that?”
Roseangela opened it and her eyes widened. There was a cheque. A
big one. It was blank. The neon post-it note read No questions, just enjoy
it. Don’t worry – I can afford it. Thank you.
“Holy shit,” Katerina gasped.
Roseangela nodded. “I am agree.”
author bio
Celia Jenkins is a freelance writer, specialising in writing for
children, light-hearted romance and travel writing. She also moonlights as a
café girl, senior caregiver, and language teacher. In her free time (ha!) she
likes reading, knitting, cooking and hitting the gym. Her hot beverage of choice
is a latte, though she also enjoys chai latte, pu’er, almond cake rooibos (yes,
that exists), After Eight honeybush (yep, that too), and a good old fashioned
‘cuppa’. www.celiajenkins.com
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