Saturday night at the one star motel

14 Mar

That is all I could afford on a cold snowy Saturday night.  A cheap $22.00 motel in a not so good section of town.

 

 

The food joints were closed for the night.  The motel had old oranges and aged apples (the apples went well with the peanut butter I brought).

 

Two ladies, older than myself, came over and joined me at a table.  We shared what I had on the table.  We were the only three visitors at this motel on this cold freezing night.

 

We shared memories of good times.  Most of our dreams had not come true but it felt good that the three of us were not alone, we tried, but things did not work out quite like we expected.

 

As we went to our separate rooms, the ladies became tearful.  They said it had been so many years since a stranger had taken time to spend with them.  Especially a man.

 

I went to my room.  I was sad there had been so few people who would take time to brighten the life of others.

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