Motel
The motel sign reflected in the pool. A neon jellyfish convulsing. Paradise Inn, it said. Maybe The House of Rhapsody. Or Cloud Nine Motel. (Something in that vein.) My son floated in the pool at the centre of his inflatable doughnut. Pink, aquamarine, and purple were his favourite colours: the same colours flashing in the…
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