/the Macedonia Hotel, Chapter 10
The Macedonia Hotel
A NANOWRIMO
Relay writing project
By the Wayne writers Guild
Completed July 2016
The Macedonia Hotel
(This fictional piece is the product of a relay writing project by the Wayne Writer’s Guild In honor of NANOWRIMO-2015. Any resemblance to real events, people, places, or things is a coincidence and neither intended nor implied to be real and accurate.)
I extend my thanks and gratitude to the contributors who shared their time and talents to make this NANOWRIMO Relay Writing Project possible.
The individual chapters are the intellectual property of the author.
Special thanks are extended to John Cieslinski for his generous use of the book store’s back room.
–Kate Chamberlin, Coordinating Editor
July 20, 2016
Wayne Writers Guild
Meets at 7:30pm – 9:00pm, on the 2nd and 4th. Tuesday of each month
Books, Etc. of Macedon, NY
John Cieslinski, Owner
78 W. Main ST. Macedon NY 14502
Phone 585-474-4116
Chapter 10:
The Time Traveler
By Anon E. Mous
I, too, am a traveler; a traveler of time and parallel worlds. The first time I visited Macedon, the rolling, irregular hills rose from the valley of the Mud Creek. The soil of clay and gravelly loam upon a limestone formation supported verdant grasses and deciduous trees.
When next I visited, Webb Harwood and Ebenezer Reed had settled here. Perhaps, the year was 1789 or there a-bouts. The Town of Macedon is named after the birthplace of Alexander the Great, in the Greek province of Macedonia, Greece. I recall the first child born was Enoch Gannett, in 1791.
Once the Macedonia Hotel was constructed in 1888, the cupola became my favorite portal of entry.
I witnessed Sir Robert, who had experienced many lives because he was a Dragon in human form, bestow a very special gift upon his wife, Maria. She had been granted the gift of becoming a Crystal Dragon.
One evening, there was a beautiful lady viewing the town from that lofty vantage point when I came through the portal.
Though deceased, Mrs. Bonnie Black and I spent many pleasurable hours together each time I came to visit. In other times and in other worlds, she wasn’t the tragic figure she became in this parallel.
Billy was alive and as snarky as ever when the boy, Randy, escorted the blind girl, Grace, out of the hotel into the snow storm, presumably to take her home to 12 Stone Street. Big Bertha’s party was in full swing, so, the salesman, Bradley, had to put two pillows over his head to block out the noise. He was impervious to the actual snow storm outside and the virtual storm brewing inside the hotel. Even Hughey , satiated with connubial bliss with Rosa, was sound asleep in their basement lair, unaware that the lights were out and needed his attention.
I happened to be in the lobby to witness who murdered Billy Beckwith. She was too busy to notice me this time, but, I hung around to see the chaos she’d caused.
The Chief of Police, Captain Carl, reluctantly left his burger and fries in the Hungry House Café to trudge out into the storm across Main Street when the frantic call from the dispatcher came in.
“I’m sick and tired of being called to that hotel for nothing,” Captain Carl grumbled to himself. “The last time I had to go in there, it turned out that old Frank and Ryan were up to their cock-a-Maymie schemes. That one was about robbing a bank. Yeesh! I wonder what it is this time.”
Captain Carl panned his big Maglight® torch around the lobby. Its beam caught some college kid with a cell phone plastered to her ear. She froze like a deer caught in head-lights. When she thawed, she pointed to Billy, slumped over the check-in counter.
Captain Carl cleared the lobby of milling people, by herding them into the back dining room. I escaped upstairs to look for the Lady.
I found the Lady up in her cupola, crumpled in the musty rocking chair.
“I had to do it. That reprobate was letting my beautiful hotel disintegrate into disrepair and degradation,” she sobbed. “I had to stop his black heart from not caring. I can’t rest in peace until it’s all settled.”
Since I’d already visited this place in the future, I’d seen the shabby man come into the lobby and what he eventually did. I shared the future of the Macedonia hotel and the Town of Macedon with her.
She put her pale hand lightly on mine, she whispered, “Thank you.” as her thin, blue veined lids closed over her vivid, crystal green eyes for the last time. I traveled with her for a short while on her journey, but, I had other times to travel to and other parallel worlds to explore.
Author Bio:
Kate Chamberlin
kathryngc@juno.com
“Dream it. Write it. Read it.”
Wayne Writers Guild
Meets at 7:30pm – 9:00pm, on the 2nd and 4th. Tuesday of each month
Books, Etc. of Macedon, NY
John Cieslinski, Owner
78 W. Main ST. Macedon NY 14502
Phone 585-474-4116