short story for today.

Hi all, today I am writing you a short story, hope you will enjoy it.

I had never stayed in a hotel before and naturally was nervous of what was the correct procedure. At first when I walked through into the lobby and was confronted by the young woman behind the desk, I felt as if I wanted to turn tail and run away. However, that was quickly got over as I was put at my ease, and my new suitcase was carried up to my room on the second floor.
In a way it was exciting until I remembered why I had come; or should I say ran away from it all! No one really understands when your fiancé fails to turn up at the church, and then leaves without any explanation. It has been a struggle pulling myself back into the land of the living, and I am justly proud that I persevered, through gritted teeth.
Well, never mind all that now I am here, and that is all that really matters. I wander round this unfamiliar room like a lost sheep, wondering, 'What comes next?'
Suddenly, I hear a voice calling my name from down below, and feel undecided. I hesitate, open my door and peek up and down the corridor. What a relief, it is empty. I start down the stairs, trying to look sophisticated; a woman of the world, and then I remember.
I enter my room again feeling quite relieved and yet at the same time realising things have to be faced. Picking up the fashionable red handbag I had bought especially to take on my honeymoon, I turn, only then noticing the window is wide open. Outside the day is grey and cold, it is not really a good time to be taking a holiday. And then the bedside phone rings. Who can it be, nobody knows I am here.
I pick it up and a voice says, "Darling, your mother told me where you are, look I'm really sorry..."
I put the phone down and walk away to start all over again.

Augustine Nash.