Here is another of those two-sentence stories with poetry added. I’m thinking of them as “Minuscule” and quick to read.

Read the first Minuscule, the explanation of why I wrote it and got started on this idea, and search under the category Fiction/Poetry Combination for others in the series.


Ah, that memory: the motel with the bright green carpet and the glamorous sweeping staircase in the lobby – the anticipation of stepping up to the front desk and registering for one of the rooms – the thrill of ascending the staircase, opening the heavy glass door to the open-air second floor walkway, running along the line of identical doors and checking numbers until we shouted out, Here’s our room!

This haven was all ours for the night, a rest stop for our family of four kids and two highway-tired parents, the air-freshener smell wafting out of the pin-neat room as we opened the door and tumbled in – but the next morning, I also remembered, just like every other morning and every other room on this road trip, the place would smell like fried chicken, shoes, shampoo, and vomit (carsickness can keep right on going even after you exit the car, apparently, especially if you eat fried chicken), and Dad would have to check out in a hurry and get us on the road again, wayfarers looking for that next swath of green carpet and curving staircase…
The car. The highways.
Miles and miles
No stoplights
No towns. The blue motel pool
A gleam in our eyes.

(Shadorma 92)

11 thoughts on “Nirvana

  1. Well this could be the biography of our family road trips each summer! My kids have definitely vomited in motel rooms after a hard day of driving and sightseeing. I, however, always clean up after them and leave a note for housekeeping instead of just scurrying away.

  2. You are a good person to do that because lots of times, people just drive off, although I can see why they do that, too, as probably the car is just as big a mess. And the whole thing just sort of explodes, the vacation fun, I mean!

  3. Yes, we traveled a bit when I was a competitive swimmer growing up, regionally only, but still, plenty of motels, and then there were those vacation trips…

  4. I am one of those people who stacks dishes on the table at a restaurant to make life easier for the server and I always tidy hotel rooms, including fully making the beds on the morning we are leaving.

  5. Yes, me too. I arrange the wet towels nicely and plump up pillows and draw up the covers. I think I just need to order things in order to be able to leave and move on.

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