Palms pressing against the tabletop, he hoists himself into a standing position. Rubbing his eyes to relieve the thrumming and throbbing of his headache, he struggles to recollect what has taken place tonight.
How the hell did I get to this hotel room? Why do I smell like a bottle of whiskey? I didn’t drink that much, did I?
So many questions…
He wrenches open the door and squints at the ever blinking neon vacancy sign. Sucking in a deep breath of the damp air, he quickly retreats back into the room. That sign made his head hurt even more. What the hell happened tonight?
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You’ve written an intriguing story Yinglan! So many mysteries here. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you, I had fun with this one. 😀
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You’re welcome ☺️ Thanks for participating
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Great Story
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Thanks. 🙂
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Intrigued! I want to know more… 🙂
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