The Gathering Part One: Shy's Retreat

The last time, they had seen each other there had been a bit of unfinished business. It needed tending this trip through Chicago.


"Sounds good, Hon," distracted by a problem at the resort, Ruby replied quickly. "See that you do. Take care, see when you get here." And she was gone.


Shy grabbed her things and headed for the front of the airport. She definitely wanted to get somewhere peaceful. When she got to the front of the airport she saw a single taxi sitting there. She stood there looking around and the driver walked over reaching for her bag.


"Hyatt - Regency?" He could tell by the way style of dress there was no way she was visiting the slum-lord motel owners of the area. The Hyatt-Regency wasn't well-renown for it's first class visitors because of it's convenience to the airport, but also because it was one of the most expensive hotels on the strip. It catered to the best. The woman standing before him was definitely one of those.


"Yes" she replied, with a puzzled look on her face. Shy was always amazed by people who judged her by appearances. There was nothing extraordinary about the way she looked in her opinion. It was one of her endearing qualities.


"Follow me, Ma'am" he said walking toward the taxi and opening the door for her. Shy got in and he put her bag in the trunk.


A few moments later, they arrived at the hotel. As expected, from the moment the taxi stopped she was whisked away to be treated like royalty. For a second she thought they where going to carry her or something. Finally, she made it to the room and sat on the bed. Once upon the bed, Shy watched people running around like crazy. Making sure everything little was in place. Just as suddenly as they arrived, they were gone.


She poured herself a drink and went back to sat at the foot of the bed. Shy crossed her legs and let the left one bounced slowly. Holding her drink by the fingertips, Shy tried to wrap her head around the events of the day. By the looks of it, her little vacation was short to hell.


Sighing softly, she began thinking being a wife and mother were the greatest blessing a person could have. It had been a longtime since she had some time to herself. A smile stretched across her face, as she began hearing the sweet sounds of her bunch ripping and running through the house creating havoc. Her smile deepened realizing that particular sound one of life's most beautiful sounds.


Slowly sipping her drink, as the silence seeped back into the sub conscience, Shy knew there was no doubt of missing them, but she really needed this break. Taking another drink, this time a little more forcefully, Shy closed her eyes and begun to exhale deeply as it burned its way down to the bottom of her stomach. The drink was definitely stronger than it was supposed to be. She really didn't care she wasn't going anywhere until morning.


She walked over to the table by the suite's door to pull some papers out from her bag. Holding up them up, she read the title.



Crescent Motel


by


Mangus



Her friend Mangus wanted her opinion on what was missing from the story. To be honest, it wasn't a bad story. The heat was there; however, it didn't flow very well. There were a lot of elements left unexplained, leaving the reader confused.

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