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Post 1431. Sunday January 22

Sunday Photo Fiction

“Your key sir. Room 526”

 A porter who had been standing beside me walked away.

“I regret we are unable to carry your suitcase for you sir”

The lift shuddered as it arrived at the fifth floor; the doors half opened then jammed, leaving me barely enough gap to drag out my case. I found room 526. As I tried to insert the key-card, the light above me flickered then plunged the hallway into darkness.

When I eventually got into the room I was aware of a strange atmosphere. Despite the stifling heat, I shivered.

Flight  463 had been delayed by several hours and I felt too tired to go down to the restaurant for supper, so instead I decided to order room service. I called reception and asked for meal 7 with a side order of 4 and a bottle of bottle of number 2.

“2, the Merlot, is unavailable sir. May I suggest  8, the Shiraz?” I accepted his suggestion.

“Your room sir?”

“526” I said.

“Ah, we have a problem, sir. I’ve just been informed that room service is temporarily unavailable”

Then it occurred to me.

My room. 5+2+6=13

My flight. 4+6+3=13

My meal. 7+4+2=13

I called reception.”May I have a different room please?” 

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