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Royer’s Madcap Experiences: The Blue Moon Hotel, Room 2

January 7, 2013 Leave a comment Go to comments

By Ric Royer

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I pulled into the Blue Moon Hotel at dusk. It was a flat, one-story building with a separate office out front and a sign that advertised “semi-free air-conditioning”. The clerk was a miserable-looking wraith-like figure with a name tag that read “Braunschweig”. I wanted none of this Braunschweig– I wanted him gone, I wanted a jolly, effervescent young girl, erupting into womanhood. I wanted her to be a delight to the senses. I wanted happiness. Instead, I had this Braunschweig.

It was then that I conceived of Braunschweig’s termination. It was simple– I would place a middle of the night phone call. It was an emergency, a chasm had opened in the floor and swallowed me whole. “Look here, what kind of a place is this?” I would ask indignantly, “where a man goes to the bathroom and is swallowed whole?” Braunschweig would come to my rescue and would meet his fate.

I killed some time there in Room 2, thinking of my father. He had owned an ice cream kiosk that had been blown over by the wind. After that, he disappeared. I had few other memories.

By then, it was far past midnight. I placed the call. The phone rang endlessly, over and over again. I violently shoved aside the curtains and stared at the office. It was dark, even the neon sign had been turned off. The only sound was the occasional whoosh of the nearby interstate. I nearly vomited up the bagel chips and sodas I had had for dinner but recovered.

The office was unlocked. There was a strange orange glow coming from beneath a closed door in the back and there was an impenetrable forcefield; a rebus mind-puzzle that had been erected around it. There was also half a pizza with “dipping sauces” left on a counter and I devoured it hungrily.

I knew though that Braunschweig was gone. Braunschweig, the thaumaturgist. I realized that now.

And I thought of my father again. There was that time the ice cream kiosk was blown over by the wind. “Why didn’t he just put it back in place?” I thought. “Why did he give up so easily?”

And then it was morning.

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