Dan Hotel

Dan Hotel

A Story by Haim Kadman
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A certain description of a breakfast

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Dan Hotel �" a glimpse of my 'Summer Tempest'

Having completed packing her personal effects, Erella descended to the hotel’s restaurant for a light late breakfast, and a cup or two of black coffee. She could have called room service and ordered them to bring it straight to her suite, but she preferred to get down to the restaurant at this late hour; to teach those miserable provincials how to behave, push around a bit the entire restaurant staff, make them sweat round her table.

They deserve it! She has descended this very morning at six am after all, to the swimming pool; to learn to her regret that it opens up to hotel’s guests only when the lifeguard arrives, at about nine am. Nothing helped her this time, all her demands for a VIP treatment, which was unquestionably due to her were rejected. With no other choice she went out to the beach to bathe in the sea’s cold water a few moments, instead of her early morning habitual half an hour swimming.

While drinking her black coffee she thought of Yoske again, chuckling softly to herself. Although she had to bathe in the sea this morning it did not remind her right away the first date she had with Yoske, when they went to the sea shore together. It was her first ever time to go out with a ‘ben’, that’s how those hairy creatures were called during her youthful years; and in spite of that romantic recollection, she did not let him have her for another passionate round this morning, but sent him away quite rudely.

© Haim Kadman 2007 �" all rights reserved.

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© 2012 Haim Kadman


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