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[Write the Story] A Hermit is Forced into a Crowded Place

Posted by reudaly on January 10, 2020 in Write the Story, Writing |

Prompt: A Hermit is Forced into a Crowded Place

Words: typewriter, water bottle, lenient, clerk, render, runner, soil, sewn, chauffer, waterway

Story

Isaac gripped his water bottle until his knuckles nearly glowed white. His heart and breathing billowed like a long-distance runner after a race, even though he knew he was over-reacting—maybe.

“There you go, sir, the bellhop will take it from here.” The chauffer gently lay the vintage typewriter case on the top of Isaac’s duffle bag, tipped his hat and bolted for his car.

Isaac stared up at the Waterway Grand Hotel marquee and dug out his cell phone. “What have you done to me, Scott.”

“You’re here! In the City!”

Isaac pulled the phone away from his ear. Scott’s exuberance was about to render him deaf and if not Scott, then the cacophony of students in the lobby of the hotel would finish the job. “Do you know what’s going on at this hotel you booked me in?”

“It’s a nice, boutique hotel…”

“That’s currently being overrun with teenagers,” Isaac interrupted.

“It can’t be that bad. Now go inside and check in before you soil this lovely day. I will see you at the Sewn Shoe Theatre at seven for your play.

Scott hung up on Isaac. He had no choice but to heft his bags and shoulder through. The throngs of screeching kids did not put him in a lenient mood as he handed his ID to the harried clerk. But it wasn’t the staff’s fault he was about to claw off his skin. He couldn’t get to his room and bolt the door fast enough. What hell had he gotten himself into?
Word Count: 256

Written: 1/9/2020

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1 Comment

  • J.M. says:

    I feel for Isaac in this one. I’m not a hermit, but sometimes I flee the F&SF convention crowd for the solitude of my hotel room, to recharge.

    Quick question: why did the chauffeur bolt for his car? It feels like there was an incident in the car left unsaid. Was that the intention?

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