The Empire Hotel was the last place I felt really happy.
We came here to stay when we spent weekends in the city. Before Mommy and Daddy started fighting. Before Daddy started not bringing Mommy and me when he went to the city. Back when we were a family.
So when I fell into the pool while Mommy was asleep, I came back here. I thought I’d be happy.
It’s okay, I guess. Nobody can see me or hear me, but I always got taught to stay out of peoples way anyway.
It’s peaceful here. Quiet.
I guess it’s okay.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
The Empire Hotel
Labels: 100 words, Drabble, Empire Hotel, Ghost, Hotel, Short story
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