When I walk down the hotel corridor, I imagine that I'm a character in a story by Stephen King -
I've parked my Buick outside under the desert sky -
Palm trees whisper in the midnight air -
The hotel is empty -
The TV's on in my room -
I'm wounded by my past -
The mirror on the wall reflects the tangled bed -
Something will happen any moment -
11.03
Thursday 11 August 2016
Langstone Hotel
Hayling Island
Hampshire
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