"Jerry, I'm hungry."It was at least the thirtieth time she'd said it. "I know." We'd been walking for so many days I'd lost count. Finally, we had made it to a town and although it was quiet for the moment, I figured we'd be able to lay up and rest. But food was a problem.And then I saw it, and so did she. With a tug on my arm, she hissed, "Do yout think there's anything left, Jerry? Can we go look?"The weathered and crooked sign was missing some of its light-up letters, but the grime still spelled out 'Kuroshio Inn'. Looking at it made me shudder. I started to laugh, remembering an ancient motel commercial -- their jingle had something to do with leaving the lights on. She dragged me into a hole that was less door and more gaping mouth and as I heard the sounds of whispers above our heads, I prayed that the electricity still worked.
Another week of abandoned horror from SCPP. I offer 162 words for this prompt. Click on the image to add your thoughts.