Friday, September 27, 2013

My Writing - The Bluebell Hotel

I'm not a professional writer, I'm a budding writer and I'd love to hear back from you, my readers on what you thought of this piece of writing. Try and ignore silly flaws in grammar, I'm still unclogging the cobwebs from my 'mommy brain'. Lol.


The Bluebell Hotel.
Edited June 2014

From the time, Dani had left her lavish four bedroom apartment in upstate New York, till she arrived at, The Bluebell Hotel, her journey had been quite the ordeal. From the crazy cab driver, who picked her up and drove her to the airport, then finding out from the departure monitors that her flight had been delayed 2 hours! And rather than sit in the overcrowded waiting areas, she'd decided to stroll around the duty free stores, and when she'd finally boarded the plane, she sat, sighed, a sigh of relief to find the seat next to hers was unoccupied. She closed her eyes, expecting to have a peaceful flight.
But her peace and quiet only lasted for ten minutes. When Dani had felt the seat next to her began to shake, then a thud and a stale, and overwhelming smell invaded her nostrils. An unpleasant smell of, strong body odor! She'd opened her eyes and came face to face with an oversized, unkempt bearded man. He smiled, nodded at Dani, she rolled her eyes, gave him a fake little smile, then turned her head away. Yet, to top it off, not only did the man smell, he snored for most of the flight, making it hard for Dani to relax for even a second.
The Taxi cab eventually rumbled to a stop outside the Bluebell Hotel, and a sneaky yawn crept its way out from Dani's mouth, she rubbed her dry eyes and peered out of the dusty window. Her first impression of the Hotel, was how much it looked exactly like it's pictures online.
The Bluebell stood three stories high, it was an old Colonial home, painted pale yellow, surrounded by old oak trees with their creaking branches swishing in the breeze. There were neatly trimmed pink myrtle bushes intermingled with the trees, rich green ivy crept up its walls clinging to the weathered window shutters, making it look as if the ivy was holding the aged shutters in place. In front of the hotel, covering the flower beds like a fluffy blue shag carpet, where the most beautiful clusters of bluebells, that Dani had ever seen.
She could see why they choose the name, 'Bluebell' for the hotel, such a pretty name for a picturesque country hotel. Her stomach did a little flip at the excitement of staying three blissful days and with one quick pull handle she opened the cab door, and stepped out onto the gravel driveway. Taking in a deep breath, then exhaling, allowing the sweet scent of bluebells to wash over her. It made a nice change from body odor and grime. In the distance, Dani could hear the faint sounds of waves crashing onto rocks, taking in another breath, the smell of sand and sea mingled together in the breeze, brushed over her face reminding her of a time in her life when everything was fun and simple, where she had no worries or deadlines to meet. Dani hoped that even though her schedule was full while she was here, she'd might be able to squeeze a little time to go enjoy the local beach. Looking at the beautiful surroundings, she took a minute, relaxed and allowed the warmth of rays from the setting sun, to warm her tired body.
Disturbing the blissful sound of nature, the cab driver called out, "Good luck." He set Dani's luggage on the gravel, held out his hand and said, "That will be $80."
Dani glanced over her shoulder at the cab driver, her eyes bore straight at him, her moment of peace disturbed again! She delved into her purse, handed him a wad of twenty dollar bills and asked, “What do you mean, Good Luck?”
Stepping into his drivers side of the taxi, he answered, “You'll see.” He slammed his door and drove off.
Dani shrugged off the unusual comment and turned her gaze, at the hotel and smiled. With her new Prada purse on her arm and pulling pristine Prada suitcase's behind her, she treads up the five well worn steps, to the main door. A beautiful custom made wood door, with stained glass windows above it detailing bluebells. Grabbing the door handle, Dani pressed down the black latch and opened the door, and walked into the entryway of the hotel. Sliding her sunglasses back onto her head and couldn't believe what she saw... The inside did not match the outside.
I've stepped back in time, she thought. It reminded her, of an old fashioned retirement home. The walls were a wash of flowery rose patterned wallpaper and in parts, it had even begun to peel off, revealing dark moldy water marks. Looking upward she saw an ugly, large, rusty globe light, that resembled a high school mirrored ball, minus the mirrors! In one of the corners close to the entrance, there was a stack of wood, ugly chipped floor tiles and a bunch of grubby, dirty tools propped up against the wall.
She looked over to the staircase, which in the online description said,'Grand', no longer looked grand, it didn't even splendid. Dani scrunched her eyes and she was able to see glimpses of dark oak peeking through the hideous faded rose colored carpet, which covered whole flight of stairs. It's banisters were painted a dull rose pink to match, "what a crying shame," Dani mumbled. She took in her surroundings, and her body ached in protest, a yawn crept upon her. She needed to sleep, so not wanting to deal with yet another long journey to find other suitable surroundings, she decided to stay and give the Bluebell Hotel, the benefit of the doubt.
Making her way over to the only beautiful piece in the foyer, Dani pay much attention to to the flooring, when she tripped on a patch of upturned carpet and wobbled. Her arms spread wide, trying to steady herself, her purse flew off her arm and shot across the foyer, and for a split second, Dani's stomach did a flip at the thought of falling onto the dirty, ugly carpet and ruining her expensive clothes. But luckily, she didn't. Quickly recovering, she huffed and mumbled, “Argh...No, I'm going stay. Surely it can't be that bad, can it?” With a quick glance she was glad no-one had seen her very non lady like trip, she gingerly walked across the hallway and picked purse up off the carpet, as if nothing had happened. When she walked back towards the reception desk, she was amazed how exquisite its wood was. It was the deepest wood stain she'd ever come across and what amazed her the most, were its intricate carvings of bluebells, vines and butterflies. This must have taken hours to get details such as these, she thought as her fingertips gently brushed over them.
When she looked up, she saw sitting on the reception counter was a torn piece of cardboard, with the words scribbled across it Back in five minutes. Dani stood there, eyebrows raised, eyes wide, what terrible service, she thought. Ten minutes later, Dani's feet throbbed, glancing around, she saw a pink and blue plaid chair by the large bay window. Deciding she'd rather sit than stand for one second more, she headed over and sat down. A large puff of dust flew up around her making her profusely cough.
Dipping her hand into her purse, Dani pulled out a water bottle, unscrewed the lid and took a long swig, allowing the cool water to soothe her dry, dusty throat. And set the bottle on the rickety coffee table next to the chair. Checking her watch again, Dani shook her head in disbelief, five minutes had turned into thirty! Her fingertips drummed on the arm of the chair, as she wondered if anyone would show up. Just as Dani was about to dial for a cab, a well, tanned guy leisurely walked into the foyer, chugging a bottle of water. Dani noticed his clothes were stained with mud and oil. I hope he's not staying here, she thought as she watched him make his way over to the reception desk. But to her amazement he didn't wait in front of the desk, he stood behind it! Dani stood and marched over to give the guy, a piece of her mind.
It's about ti...”
Not waiting for Dani to finish her sentence, Ty nodded his head and said, “Hello Ma'am, welcome to the Bluebell Hotel.”
Hand on her hip, the other hand shaking her cell phone at him, Dani answered, “Firstly, I don't appreciate being cut off mid sentence and second, I especially don't like to be kept waiting.”
Ty set his bottle down, “Sorry Ma’am, I didn't realize we had guests staying this weekend. I was out helping a...”
Her breathing quickened, her palms sweaty, “That is not my problem! Someone should of been here to greet me or any paying guest, come to that.”
Ty, wiped his hand on the edge of his shirt, leaving a damp mark to add to the oil stains already there. He tidied the papers that were strewn across the top, and looked squarely at Dani smiled and answered, “Yes, Ma'am. Sorry to have kept you waiting.”
She jammed her cell in her purse and said, “I have a room booked and I would like to check in please.”
Yes Ma'am, your name, please?”
Danielle Stoke.”
Ty picked up the guest book, turned to the next relevant page, "Well... I can't see anything to confirm your reservation, I..."
Dani leaned forward, "Look, Ty.. Is it? I made the reservation online, the payment already went through, check again."
Ty looked up, cleared his throat, "I understand your frustration, Ma'am, I'm sorry for the mix up. I think we must be having problems with the computer system again," he turned around, took a key off the keyboard, “I'll take your word, here is your key." Ty handed over the key, “Room 20, it's on the third floor, Ma'am.”
The key was an old-fashioned black key heavy and big and it reminded Dani of something from a movie set, “Thank you. What time is breakfast?”
Ty scratched his forehead, took another swig of water and answered, “Eight o'clock, Ma'am.”
My name is, Danielle, not Ma'am and I'd appreciate a courtesy wake up call at 7am.” She snapped back.
Ty smiled, “Sure, Ma'...” Ty corrected himself, "Miss. Stoke.”
Dani picked up her suitcases and headed over to the elevator, her feet throbbed in annoyance... Her new Prada shoes looked great, but now they only hindered her feet more. Just as she was about to press the button, Ty called out, “Sorry, Miss. Stoke, the elevator isn't working, you'll have to take the stairs.”
Huh? Really.” Dani muttered under her breath, “Typical.”
Wiping the newly formed droplets of sweat off his brow with his sleeve, Ty called out, “Do you want me to carry your bags upstairs for you?”
Dani just stared at him in disbelief. There was no way she would let him, a dirty, scruffy too-bit goodness knows who, carry her two thousand dollar Prada luggage set, not with his grubby hands, "No thank you."
If you say so.” Ty shook his head, thinking to himself, what a stuck up, little miss know it all. He grabbed his bottle of water and made his way over to the main door, picked up the tools off the floor and headed out the door.
Dani walked over to the staircase and everywhere her eyes roamed, she saw more flowers! Underfoot was the ugly, dull, worn carpet, more walls that held pictures of roses set in ugly brownish black frames, and either side of the bottom of the stairs, sat freshly potted African violets, at least something looks cheerful and welcoming, she mused. Looking up at the main staircase, she sighed at the unwelcome circumstances, and determinedly began the hike upstairs to the third floor.
Beads of sweat trickled down her brow and her breathing rapid, she stepped up on the last step and sighed. Her feet ached even more and she was sure that they would continue to give her grief even after she would take her shoes off. She set her luggage down for a minute, and mentally taking note to never pack so much clothes next time. With a much needed deep breath in, Dani picked up her luggage and strolled down the hallway. The one thing that kept her from yelling out in frustration and tiredness, was the thought of collapsing on a welcoming bed, then enjoying a very relaxing warm bath... With bubbles.
"Finally." Dani muttered as she found her door, placing the key into the lock, she turned the key and pushed down on the door handle... Nothing! “What the heck! Come on you stupid door... Open!” Dani yelled. She tried one more time, she turned the key, jiggled the handle, but it still wouldn't open. Taking the key out, she looked at the tiny tag, “That dumb guy told me the wrong door number.” Dani glanced around to see where room 23 was. It was at the very end of the hallway!
Dani limped towards number 23, her feet, a dark pink swollen mess! Lifting the key up to the lock, she turned it, pushed down on the handle and the door slowly creaked open, “Oh, thank the heavens.” Walking into the bedroom, Dani let out an exasperated sigh, “More flowered walls!” She headed further inside the room, and was welcomed by a stark white unfinished room, the wallpaper was the same as downstairs, ugly and peeling. Dead bugs were dotted all over the threadbare carpet, hanging above the bed, were fake yellow and pink ugly flowers, with layers of dust. Next to the bed sat a shabby brown bedside table with a 1920's telephone sitting on top of it and if that wasn't bad enough... The bed had no bedding, but an abundance of different colored stains!
THIS IS NOT ACCEPTABLE!” Dani stormed over to the on-suite bathroom to check that out. Opening the door there were more stark blank white walls, an old club foot bath, that had seen better days, a toilet that no longer owned its seat and lid, with thick layers of disgusting black gunk around the toilet bowl!
Dani cringed.
She dared herself, to turn the faucet on... Carefully leaning over the edge of the bath, she twisted the cold water knob.... At first no water came, then came some loud clanking noises, and out chugged icky brown sludge!
Eww, so disgusting. This will not do at all!” Dani turned off the faucet and made her way to the bedside table, stared at the dusty black candlestick rotary phone, then picked up the receiver and dialed zero. “Hello,” no response. “Hello, is anyone there?” Finally... She heard breathing and then a gargled cough, on the other end, “Hi. This is, Danielle Stoke from room 23, the state of this room is deplorable. How can you expect me to stay here in this mess.”
A woman's voice, old and creaky answered, “Sorry, who is this?”
Danielle Stoke. I just checked in, I'm in room 23 and I would like a full refund.”
Oh, Really?”
Dani drummed her fingers on the base of the phone, her heart began to race, all she wanted was to take a bath, then sleep. Was that too much to ask! Now, she was being held up by a woman whom she'd never met or spoke to before, “If you don't mind, I would like to speak with, Ty. He checked me in, less than twenty minutes ago.”
Oh, I see. I'm sorry about this Mrs. Stoke...
Dani replied sharply, “Miss, not Mrs.”
Letting out a rattled cough, Betsy replied, “Miss. Stoke, I'm Betsy,” she coughed. “I'm sorry but, Ty shouldn't have checked you into that room.”
Looking at the board and picked up the right key, “I apologize, it looks like Ty gave you the wrong room key by mistake, room 23 you're in, is in need of some repair and I forgot to tell him, we had any guests this weekend.”
Oh... You don't say.” Dani huffed.
Room 20 is ready, for you. I'll bring the key up.”
I should think so... Oh, and for future reference, maybe you should make sure the right person is at the reception desk from now on.”
Betsy cleared her throat and replied, “Maybe you're right, Miss. Stoke.”

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