Time Traveller
Wandering down the dusty street, you find yourself standing before the two-floor hotel. Aside from the bleached wood walls, it is painted in a variety of gaudy colours and has a balcony running around the upper floor. There are horses tied up outside, and all the windows are open in the heat.
When you stride inside, the place is like an oven. There is a dark red carpet beneath your feet and a long, polished counter in front of you. Behind it, a short, balding man in a grey suit is wiping his forehead with a handkerchief. He notices you and puts on a bright smile.
"Good Afternoon, sir," He says, "Come from far away?"
You smile, amused.
"Why, yes, a real long way away. I'm just havin' a little look around, but I might be stayin' here."
"Of course, of course," The rotund man is dry-washing his hands, "You're free to do so, of course, but I could give you a tour, if you'd like? It's been real quiet today. What ya think?"
When you stride inside, the place is like an oven. There is a dark red carpet beneath your feet and a long, polished counter in front of you. Behind it, a short, balding man in a grey suit is wiping his forehead with a handkerchief. He notices you and puts on a bright smile.
"Good Afternoon, sir," He says, "Come from far away?"
You smile, amused.
"Why, yes, a real long way away. I'm just havin' a little look around, but I might be stayin' here."
"Of course, of course," The rotund man is dry-washing his hands, "You're free to do so, of course, but I could give you a tour, if you'd like? It's been real quiet today. What ya think?"