Sunday Photo Fiction —Room at the End of the Hall

50D0DCDA-9F79-4BCC-85EA-05398454138F“It’s the door at the end of the hallway on the third floor,” the guy in the glass-enclosed reception station at the rundown boarding house said. He reached through a small opening in the glass partition and handed Eddie the key. “The one with the fire extinguisher on the floor just outside the door,” the guy added.

“What a fuckin’ dump,” Eddie said aloud, even though he was alone, as he opened the door and stepped inside the room. Eddie’s gambling addiction had cost him his job, his marriage, and his home. And so here he was in a small, smelly room at some crummy flop house.

Eddie had paid for the room for a week in advance and couldn’t afford to lose what little money he had left on another bet. So he was happy that the room he had rented didn’t have a TV in it. If it had, he knew he’d be watching the Winter Olympic Games and calling his bookie to bet on Team USA in one or another event.

But then Eddie walked over to the small window, opened it, looked out, and saw the sports bar across the street.

“Fuck me,” he said.

(199 words)


Written for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Photo credit: J Hardy Carroll.

13 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction —Room at the End of the Hall

  1. Joy Pixley February 11, 2018 / 8:01 am

    Uh-oh, seems like his success at avoiding temptation was short-lived! Nice use of the prompt.

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  2. Marilyn Armstrong February 11, 2018 / 12:06 pm

    I always feel so sorry for gambling addicts. All addictions are bad, but for some reason, that one seems to me to be the most likely to outright kill you.

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    • Fandango February 11, 2018 / 12:10 pm

      It can certainly destroy one’s life.

      Like

  3. michael1148humphris February 11, 2018 / 6:19 pm

    If he put all his remaining money on Red Gerard to win, he will now be in clover… You made good use of prompt turning it into a fine story

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  4. newepicauthor February 12, 2018 / 3:16 am

    A good friend of mine had a bad gambling problem so he decided to go to a gamblers anonymous meeting, but someone at the meeting picked his pocket and stole his wallet.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Fandango February 12, 2018 / 6:01 am

      Yikes. Well, at least he didn’t have any money to gamble with.

      Liked by 1 person

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