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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...

LanguageEnglish
PublisherPaul Kater
Release dateApr 15, 2017
ISBN9781386682080
Quay Hotel
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Paul Kater

Paul Kater was born in the Netherlands in 1960. He quickly developed a feel for books and languages but ended up in the IT business despite that. Books and languages never ceased to fascinate him, so since 2003 he's been actively writing, encouraged by friends on the internet. The internet is the reason why most of his work is in English. A friend asking for writing help is why some of his writing is now also in Dutch. Paul currently lives in Cuijk, the Netherlands, with his books, possibly with cats, and the many characters he's developed in the past years, who claim he is a figment of their imagination.

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    Quay Hotel - Paul Kater

    Quay Hotel

    a horror short story

    by

    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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