Daily Flash Fiction 7/17/21 W/C 208
We checked into the motel room about 9 PM. That long road trip was a killer. This room was the last one in Zortman, Montana. Population 69. The Lazy J had a single queen. Who knew rooms would be so hard to find.
Judy laid down, instantly fell asleep.
On the side of the bed was a slot machine. Hey ho, what was this?
‘Automatic massage. Insert 25 cents.’ I dug out a quarter, put it in the slot.
The bed bucked like a bronco, threw Judy into the air. She let out a whoop, landed on the floor.
In a few moments we heard pounding on the door. I gingerly opened it a crack.
“Hey there, no hanky panky in our rooms, hear?” yelled the manager.
“No sir. Just trying out the massage feature on the bed. It seems a bit touchy.”
“Well, then, just let that be a lesson to you.” He stomped away.
I helped Judy off the floor. We started to giggle, fell back into the now still bed.
“No hanky panky now, lady.”
“Now Mr. Williams, I do declare, this is not that type of motel.”
We tried to keep the noise down the rest of the night, so we wouldn’t disturb management.
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