So, I went to Rochelle’s website this morning to find the prompt and discovered this:
“Right,” I thought. “This is going to be interesting.”
“Surprise,” the text began, “We’re in the lobby, coming up.”
I opened the door to my room, looking for an escape. A long corridor greeted me, filled with useless doors, and the elevator menacing at the end.
They say “You only see what you want to see” but I can assure you of this: On that September night, in a Paris hotel, I did not want to see my wife and kids, and they did not want to see me, dressed like that, or what lay within the room I had booked for the latest “conference”.
The elevator pinged.