The so-called Country Hotel was located in the center of town. Dreary, gray, depressing place, but it’s where Janice said to meet. He’d been in worse.
Dean checked in and took his luggage to his room on the fifth floor. Janice made the reservation, so she’d know where to find him.
He didn’t unpack, just took off his overcoat, laid it across the bed, and nervously looked at his wristwatch. Almost time. Would they remember him after five years?
He heard the knock. Children’s muffled voices.
He hesitated for a second, then opened it.
“Grandpa!” Eleven-year-old Aaron and nine-year-old Esther screamed simultaneously, launching into the room, embracing their grandfather.
“I appreciate this, Janice. I know you don’t have to do this.”
“Dad, they love their Grandpa and want to spend time with him.”
Thank God Janice was so forgiving and the kids were so loving.
Dean kneeled down and excitedly announced. “Guess what? Tomorrow, we’ll go on an airplane to where Grandpa lives in Florida. We’re going to have a terrific time over Spring break.”
Dean’s mistake cost him five years in prison away from his family. Now he was going to make up for lost time.
I wrote this in response to this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction. The challenge is to use the photo prompt (see above) to write a complete story of no more than 200 words. My wee missive comes in at exactly 200.
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