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Quay Hotel
Quay Hotel
Quay Hotel
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Quay Hotel

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A man somehow gets lost in his own town after dropping off his girl at the airport. He has to spend the night at Quay Hotel. It's a night he'll never forget...

PublisherPaul Kater
Release dateApr 15, 2017
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Paul Kater

Paul Kater is in 1960 geboren. Al snel ontwikkelde hij een gevoel voor boeken en talen, maar kwam toch in de IT-wereld terecht. Toch bleven boeken hem boeien, en in 2003 is hij serieus gaan schrijven, aangemoedigd door vrienden online. Paul woont momenteel in Cuijk, met z'n boeken, mogelijk met 2 katten en de vele figuren die in de loop der jaren aan zijn fantasie zijn ontsproten.

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    Quay Hotel - Paul Kater

    Quay Hotel

    a horror short story


    Paul Kater

    Published by the author as a member of the

    Alexandria Publishing Group

    Digital edition

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    Quay Hotel

    Do you really have to go? I asked Joan for the fifth or sixth time. To her I probably sounded like a broken record, asking the same thing once more. She'd already said 'yes' each time before. What was I thinking, that at some point she'd change her mind?

    Yes. She looked at me as she gave up trying to close her suitcase. It's not every week that I end up in the will of a wealthy uncle in South Africa. You know that. When I come back we'll be rich, we can marry, buy a house - or two - and we'll be happy together forever. Would you please close this thing for me while I sit on it? She pointed at the suitcase. I gave in. Of course. I'd never been able to say 'no' to her big, brown eyes. She sat down on the suitcase and I close the straps for her.

    There. Done. At least you don't have to run off right this minute, I said, gathering some solace from that mere fact. She had to run off in an hour and I'd run with her, at least to the train station from where she'd go on to the airport. Tomorrow around this time she'd be in South Africa and perhaps already know what exactly was in the will. It had to be good, otherwise the South African lawyer with his funny accent wouldn't have called us personally. She made coffee and we sat down to talk and dream up a lot of wild things that we could do if she were to return as rich as she anticipated to become.

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