06/25/2012
Ally inhaled deeply, the swift smoke filling her lungs with a blast of menthol relief. Her ciggerette breaks never seemed to quite last nearly as long as she would have liked for them to. Work was piling up higher than the tallest mountain and the only sweet release she had to keep her from it was her limited supply of smokes. Soon she would have to quit, she knew, ciggerettes were a hot commodity and she didn't have the skills to trade for more.
It's hard for her to believe that just a week earlier, life was perfect. She had just gotten a job as night laundry at one of the most prestiegious hotels around and they were paying her well. She could finally afford her cell phone, ciggerettes and rent, and there wasn't much else she needed. Now, she is working in the same beautiful hotel just to survive.
The gate on the wraught iron fence that enclosed the hotel crashed against the iron bars that were now sturdily holding the gate closed. Ally looked up, brought back from her daze, and spied a half rotten corpse trowing it's weight against the unforgiving gate. She could tell this was a strong one by how the force of it's efforts made bits of it's flesh fall onto the blood stained pavement. It groaned, blood dripping from it's open mouth like saliva, then smashed into the gate again causing it's shoulder to split open, straight down to the bone.
She sighed, got up from the smokers bench and went back inside. Nothing could help those things now, she thought, no use sitting and watching it tear itself to pieces.
It's just another day at the Rosaline Hotel.
Ally inhaled deeply, the swift smoke filling her lungs with a blast of menthol relief. Her ciggerette breaks never seemed to quite last nearly as long as she would have liked for them to. Work was piling up higher than the tallest mountain and the only sweet release she had to keep her from it was her limited supply of smokes. Soon she would have to quit, she knew, ciggerettes were a hot commodity and she didn't have the skills to trade for more.
It's hard for her to believe that just a week earlier, life was perfect. She had just gotten a job as night laundry at one of the most prestiegious hotels around and they were paying her well. She could finally afford her cell phone, ciggerettes and rent, and there wasn't much else she needed. Now, she is working in the same beautiful hotel just to survive.
The gate on the wraught iron fence that enclosed the hotel crashed against the iron bars that were now sturdily holding the gate closed. Ally looked up, brought back from her daze, and spied a half rotten corpse trowing it's weight against the unforgiving gate. She could tell this was a strong one by how the force of it's efforts made bits of it's flesh fall onto the blood stained pavement. It groaned, blood dripping from it's open mouth like saliva, then smashed into the gate again causing it's shoulder to split open, straight down to the bone.
She sighed, got up from the smokers bench and went back inside. Nothing could help those things now, she thought, no use sitting and watching it tear itself to pieces.
It's just another day at the Rosaline Hotel.
