Room Service

It’s not really a story.

The clock keeps smiling at me. It’s been smiling at me ever since I yanked it from the wall.

I’m trapped in a motel room talking to myself, flipping through channels and there isn’t a bible in sight.

Author's Note

Just sharing. It’s been a while.

Reviews

[Paul]

Good thing you left a note, as what you wrote has everything to do with a different type of room service. Im not a Bible thumpers, just yet, as I have foreign insanity from idiot relatives to get over. They cling to me like roofing tar. Speaking of Bible, it was written by people who felt afraid when the wind blew wrong. It's retail, to me. Don't get me wrong, Xuru, we all have The Freedom of Religion, which includes The Freedom From Religion. I prefer the Freedom From Religion, as I don't want to get ripped off and deprived of my life quality. So, you're in a motel room. Been there, Xuru.