The Wake Up Call

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By Alyson Faye

I was on the run. From her and my old life. I landed up in a rather grimy hotel on the Norfolk coast. Booking a coach trip with an outfit called ‘Pioneer’ (that was me now), I requested a wake up call, hit the bar and then bed.

The phone rang, “It’s time Sir.”

“Huh?”

“Your time Sir. It’s come.”

Disorientated, I staggered up, tripped and fell into the carpet’s embrace. To stay.

Emerging at dinner the receptionist apologized; she’d forgotten to ring.

Unconcerned, I took the local rag from her and read ‘Pioneer Coach Crash on A11, 5 Dead.’

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5 thoughts on “The Wake Up Call

  1. thanks Phil for the positive feedback, appreciate it, and for reblogging it on your horror mag site.
    I’ve had a few go’s lately at 100 worders, they’re fun to write and quite demanding.

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