The hotel has become a ghost town overnight.
Halls and common areas bustling with adventure seekers only weeks ago, are now somber and desolate.
The unforgiving drone of Fox News drowns out any chance of levity, casting its shadow of disease and distress over the common areas and infecting all that come within earshot.
Conversations have been pirated by fear and uncertainty, and although they continue to dot themselves generously with toilet paper punch lines- no one is really laughing- on the inside.
Meanwhile, I smile, apologize appropriately for the absence of our ordinarily amazing continental breakfast buffet, and pass out a meager selection of breakfast foods with all the necessary attention to detail I imagine was given to the rearranging of the deck chairs on the Titanic.
This is my response to the above photo provided by Crispina on her weekly prompt, Crimson’s Creative Challenge.