Prose: “A Hollingsworth Hotel” by Gretchen Troxell
âThere are two individuals Iâd like to report missing, Mister….â Ez glances down at the sun-weathered sign-in book. There are dozens of spills decorating the nearly moldy signatures. âHansen, Richard Hansen, and Ms. Elizabeth Clay… Seventy-two hours ago… the Hollingsworth Hotel…. Yeah, same thing…. Okay, thanks.â She hangs up the phone before turning to me […]
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