At the Crowne Plaza

Anne drove like a diva - she could have driven Walker in Point Blank to yet one more heartless apartment - 

We left Havant about half past four in the afternoon - darkness fell upon the A3 - brutish lorries tried to tailgate us - Anne's steely nerve sustained me - 

The M 25 was relatively empty - the blue motorway signs were magical symbols - The West - Basingstoke - 

Soon, we were skirting Heathrow - the landing lights of the jets flashed their mysterious messages - 

The Crowne Plaza is like a dormitory for a space port - slim Asian girls with bright red lips emerge from the Crew Lounge - the spooky corridors could be in The Overlook - any moment, perhaps, I might see pale twins -

Crowne Plaza Hotel, Heathrow

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