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The Ocean Park Motel
by Amanda Worthington

The Ocean Park Motel exists on the periphery of things

As the world shrinks around it, it grows

Somehow without dominating the landscape

Like the suffusion of sunlight before daybreak

And no one is quite sure how the neon in the sign still glows

The letters are like fire beckoning on a cold night

Welcoming and taunting in the same smoky breath

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Despite the foreboding that gnaws at bones

Heavy with the trial of surviving

The Desperate ask no questions.

Relief washes over their faces when they see it

And agony chases it away just as fast

As they realize they have nothing with which to pay

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That’s when he appears at the doorway, lantern raised

Invites them to join him as he sits down to dinner

He has a world-weary look about him, this bringer of light

Like he too has known exile from hope

And they are moved to trust him

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He offers them each a room if they sign on the dotted line

Bellies full of bread and lies, the scrabble for the pen he produces

From the depths of his dark robe

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The innkeeper collects his fee at a time of his choosing

In the currency he deems best

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Do not ask me how I know.

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I watched as their light dimmed

Could have sworn the sign grew brighter

As they were made to complete the tasks that unmoored them, left them husks

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I tried to bring myself to brave the fierce cold again

So certain that I would be next

But as the wind burned my face, I wondered how bad it would really be

To be reduced as my cohabitants had been

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That is when he came before me:

“The time has come. My price to stay is simple. You must give me what you are best at.”

I averted my gaze, but he knew – there was no way he could not.

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“I haven’t done that in a long time. Not since the war,” I begged.

“Soldier, do not attempt to deceive the Great Deceiver. I know your heart.”

Flushed with anger, the old man grew bold

“Now slaughter them or face the eternal cold.”

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And as I awaken in the frigid dark where once I dreamed the sun struggled to rise

I try to recall what choice I made

And search for some vestige of my soul in this wasteland.

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The crunching of snow announces her approach.

Instinctually, I draw my knife and raise my hand to do what I am best at

To see if it can be done

And then our eyes meet.

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She does not look damned

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The knife falls to the dying earth

And I choose the Hell of never knowing

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Fiction © Copyright Amanda Worthington.
Image courtesy of Pixabay

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