Free short story -- "Checking Out"
CHECKING OUT The bed and breakfast – the cheapest he’d found during a quick squint online – looked good enough. Johnson parked outside it, got out of the car, and hauled his overnight case from the backseat. The road led on to the centre of a small village boasting many rundown outlets. He’d have a wander down there later – seeking second-hand DVDs, maybe even grabbing a cheeky afternoon pint before eating – but first he must check in. The property, one of a row of terraces, was fronted by a smart arched portico. Autumn cloud robbed the image of the sunshine gloss he’d reviewed on the website, but Johnson was in no position to complain about that. This was the latest leg of his sales tour of the north-east, selling trinkets bearing little resemblance to presentations in the company catalogue. He knew all about the gap between fake and authentic. A sharp chime of a hand-bell inside summoned a man so short he struggled to deal with items on the reception counter. When he ...