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Well here's the second part. You must read part one first though, to fully appreciate part 2. POst your comments and opinions please, and enjoy the story :)
Jerome Dawson walked briskly down high street. He cut a smart figure with a black attaché case, a long black overcoat with underneath an impressive Chanel suit. He wore black gloves and a wide brimmed hat. He had a small neat face, with well defined features. Upon his small pointed nose rested a pair of black wire spectacles. He was as the description may have told you, a business man. He was a very good business man as business men came, and could make more money in a day for his company through mergers and sales than an average person could make in a year. He was also very intellectual, but used this to bad means. He began to “borrow” money from the company, small sums at the start then growing into huge cash payouts which he wasted on gambling. He was very bad at gambling, and so could not pay back the sums he had lost. His wife of 2 years, Ronda, knew nothing of this. Dawson had been born into a rich family, and had a lot of inheritance money when his parents died. He put all of this money back into his companies account in such a way (I said he was smart) that he wouldn’t be found out, as long as no-one scrutinised the records too closely. Still there wasn’t enough. Jerome panicked, and decided he had to get money fast. Before he could get enough, another employee, Rex Winters, found out about Jerome’s embezzlement. He threatened to blow the whistle on Dawson unless he (Jerome) could provide Rex with a large cash bribe. Jerome knew the game was up. If Rex Winters told the police, he’d be in risk of jail. And he’d be damned if he gave Winters any money. He had to get money, and get out of the country before he was caught. So Jerome hatched a devious plan.
It was a rainy night. Jerome was wearing a dark mackintosh to keep out the rain, yet it was still seeping through. He was on a stretch of road between the city where he lived and his house. It was quite a long road and straight for most of the way, with only one deadly bend. It was in a semicircle shape, and on one side was a cliff, the other a 200ft drop into the sea. It was called “The Grim Reaper’s Bend” as it had claimed so many lives. The Council had promised to take action, but had so far failed to do so. It was on the other side of this bend that Jerome waited. He was holding a pram and watching the road. He heard a car in the distance. Taking a look, he recognised the lights of the car to be his wife’s Chrysler Neon, returning home from visiting a friend. He retreated back around the corner where he couldn’t be seen. The car drew closer and at the moment Jerome thought was right, he launched the pram onto the road, in front of his wife’s car. His timing was perfect. Ronda swerved, lost control then plunged the car through the barrier into the sea, and certain death. The Grim Reaper had claimed another victim.
Jerome thought about this as he walked down the street. The plan had went off without a hitch. He had received the life insurance payout with no eyebrows raised and no suspicious questions. Winters wanted his part of the money however, so Jerome decided to clear out. He had booked a ticket to Mexico, and was going to lie low in a hotel tonight, then leave tomorrow. He walked past a hotel. Something about it though brought him back. He felt drawn towards it, like it was a magnet and he was metal. He decided to stay there overnight. Taking a look at its name, he ventured inside. It was called the “Hotel Deluxe”.
It was a very old hotel, but grand nonetheless. He had walked past gold rimmed doors on his way in, and now in the lobby it was also very stylish. A thick purple carpet adorned the floor, with red walls that hung pictures painted by the great artists like Monet, Van Gough and others. Replicas no doubt, but still marvellous to behold.
At the reception desk sat an old man. He must have been about eighty years old, but looked quite healthy, and had odd facial features. He was a small shrew like man with wide black glasses and a small quiff of hair that had now turned white.
“Hello and Welcome to the Hotel Deluxe. What can I do for you?” he wheezed.
“A room, please, for the night.” replied Jerome.
“Single or double?” the man replied, with an obvious effort.
“Single. Can I pay by cash?” asked Dawson
“Yes, that’s fine. That will be $210, please, and your room number is 104. Here’s the card.”
Jerome gave him the cash, then took the magi card for the door. The hotel had been up dated so that magi cards could be used instead of keys. It was an expensive change to make. He walked over to the elevators, pressed the button and stepped into the elevator when it opened. He pressed “10” on the pad, then waited till he got to the top. He stepped out into the wide, brightly lit corridor and advanced down it, over the red carpet, until he got to his room. When he ran the card through the door checker and stepped inside, he never felt more peaceful. Life was good, he said to himself. Tomorrow, he would be moving to Mexico and wouldn’t have financial worries again. The room fascinated him, especially the large walk in wardrobe.
*
A chambermaid found his body the next morning. He had hung himself with his tie. When his brother came to identify the body, he recognized Jerome. He wondered about the tie though. Jerome was a self conscious man with a good dress sense, so why had he had this tie? It had to be his, after all, it had Jerome Dawson’s initials imprinted on it with gold capital letters on the front - J.D. It was the centre on a pink and light blue background, with little swirls of silver.
Jerome Dawson walked briskly down high street. He cut a smart figure with a black attaché case, a long black overcoat with underneath an impressive Chanel suit. He wore black gloves and a wide brimmed hat. He had a small neat face, with well defined features. Upon his small pointed nose rested a pair of black wire spectacles. He was as the description may have told you, a business man. He was a very good business man as business men came, and could make more money in a day for his company through mergers and sales than an average person could make in a year. He was also very intellectual, but used this to bad means. He began to “borrow” money from the company, small sums at the start then growing into huge cash payouts which he wasted on gambling. He was very bad at gambling, and so could not pay back the sums he had lost. His wife of 2 years, Ronda, knew nothing of this. Dawson had been born into a rich family, and had a lot of inheritance money when his parents died. He put all of this money back into his companies account in such a way (I said he was smart) that he wouldn’t be found out, as long as no-one scrutinised the records too closely. Still there wasn’t enough. Jerome panicked, and decided he had to get money fast. Before he could get enough, another employee, Rex Winters, found out about Jerome’s embezzlement. He threatened to blow the whistle on Dawson unless he (Jerome) could provide Rex with a large cash bribe. Jerome knew the game was up. If Rex Winters told the police, he’d be in risk of jail. And he’d be damned if he gave Winters any money. He had to get money, and get out of the country before he was caught. So Jerome hatched a devious plan.
It was a rainy night. Jerome was wearing a dark mackintosh to keep out the rain, yet it was still seeping through. He was on a stretch of road between the city where he lived and his house. It was quite a long road and straight for most of the way, with only one deadly bend. It was in a semicircle shape, and on one side was a cliff, the other a 200ft drop into the sea. It was called “The Grim Reaper’s Bend” as it had claimed so many lives. The Council had promised to take action, but had so far failed to do so. It was on the other side of this bend that Jerome waited. He was holding a pram and watching the road. He heard a car in the distance. Taking a look, he recognised the lights of the car to be his wife’s Chrysler Neon, returning home from visiting a friend. He retreated back around the corner where he couldn’t be seen. The car drew closer and at the moment Jerome thought was right, he launched the pram onto the road, in front of his wife’s car. His timing was perfect. Ronda swerved, lost control then plunged the car through the barrier into the sea, and certain death. The Grim Reaper had claimed another victim.
Jerome thought about this as he walked down the street. The plan had went off without a hitch. He had received the life insurance payout with no eyebrows raised and no suspicious questions. Winters wanted his part of the money however, so Jerome decided to clear out. He had booked a ticket to Mexico, and was going to lie low in a hotel tonight, then leave tomorrow. He walked past a hotel. Something about it though brought him back. He felt drawn towards it, like it was a magnet and he was metal. He decided to stay there overnight. Taking a look at its name, he ventured inside. It was called the “Hotel Deluxe”.
It was a very old hotel, but grand nonetheless. He had walked past gold rimmed doors on his way in, and now in the lobby it was also very stylish. A thick purple carpet adorned the floor, with red walls that hung pictures painted by the great artists like Monet, Van Gough and others. Replicas no doubt, but still marvellous to behold.
At the reception desk sat an old man. He must have been about eighty years old, but looked quite healthy, and had odd facial features. He was a small shrew like man with wide black glasses and a small quiff of hair that had now turned white.
“Hello and Welcome to the Hotel Deluxe. What can I do for you?” he wheezed.
“A room, please, for the night.” replied Jerome.
“Single or double?” the man replied, with an obvious effort.
“Single. Can I pay by cash?” asked Dawson
“Yes, that’s fine. That will be $210, please, and your room number is 104. Here’s the card.”
Jerome gave him the cash, then took the magi card for the door. The hotel had been up dated so that magi cards could be used instead of keys. It was an expensive change to make. He walked over to the elevators, pressed the button and stepped into the elevator when it opened. He pressed “10” on the pad, then waited till he got to the top. He stepped out into the wide, brightly lit corridor and advanced down it, over the red carpet, until he got to his room. When he ran the card through the door checker and stepped inside, he never felt more peaceful. Life was good, he said to himself. Tomorrow, he would be moving to Mexico and wouldn’t have financial worries again. The room fascinated him, especially the large walk in wardrobe.
*
A chambermaid found his body the next morning. He had hung himself with his tie. When his brother came to identify the body, he recognized Jerome. He wondered about the tie though. Jerome was a self conscious man with a good dress sense, so why had he had this tie? It had to be his, after all, it had Jerome Dawson’s initials imprinted on it with gold capital letters on the front - J.D. It was the centre on a pink and light blue background, with little swirls of silver.
Just a few footnotes -
The first part is set around 1938, and the second 1998.
The man at the reception desk is the same in both. He has got over his nervousness(sp?).
Both have the same initials (J.D) intentionally.
104 isn't just a random number. I counted into the alphabet until I got to "J", which was ten letters in. Then I counted into "D", which was four letters in (JD, the initials for both men). Combined, they make 104. I decided that method was more original than just having the hotel room number "13".
The first part is set around 1938, and the second 1998.
The man at the reception desk is the same in both. He has got over his nervousness(sp?).
Both have the same initials (J.D) intentionally.
104 isn't just a random number. I counted into the alphabet until I got to "J", which was ten letters in. Then I counted into "D", which was four letters in (JD, the initials for both men). Combined, they make 104. I decided that method was more original than just having the hotel room number "13".
Interesting, are you going to make a part 3?
Well here's the second part. You must read part one first though, to fully appreciate part 2. POst your comments and opinions please, and enjoy the story :)
Jerome Dawson walked briskly down high street. He cut a smart figure with a black attaché case, a long black overcoat with underneath an impressive Chanel suit. He wore black gloves and a wide brimmed hat. He had a small neat face, with well defined features. Upon his small pointed nose rested a pair of black wire spectacles. He was as the description may have told you, a business man. He was a very good business man as business men came, and could make more money in a day for his company through mergers and sales than an average person could make in a year. He was also very intellectual, but used this to bad means. He began to “borrow” money from the company, small sums at the start then growing into huge cash payouts which he wasted on gambling. He was very bad at gambling, and so could not pay back the sums he had lost. His wife of 2 years, Ronda, knew nothing of this. Dawson had been born into a rich family, and had a lot of inheritance money when his parents died. He put all of this money back into his companies account in such a way (I said he was smart) that he wouldn’t be found out, as long as no-one scrutinised the records too closely. Still there wasn’t enough. Jerome panicked, and decided he had to get money fast. Before he could get enough, another employee, Rex Winters, found out about Jerome’s embezzlement. He threatened to blow the whistle on Dawson unless he (Jerome) could provide Rex with a large cash bribe. Jerome knew the game was up. If Rex Winters told the police, he’d be in risk of jail. And he’d be damned if he gave Winters any money. He had to get money, and get out of the country before he was caught. So Jerome hatched a devious plan.
It was a rainy night. Jerome was wearing a dark mackintosh to keep out the rain, yet it was still seeping through. He was on a stretch of road between the city where he lived and his house. It was quite a long road and straight for most of the way, with only one deadly bend. It was in a semicircle shape, and on one side was a cliff, the other a 200ft drop into the sea. It was called “The Grim Reaper’s Bend” as it had claimed so many lives. The Council had promised to take action, but had so far failed to do so. It was on the other side of this bend that Jerome waited. He was holding a pram and watching the road. He heard a car in the distance. Taking a look, he recognised the lights of the car to be his wife’s Chrysler Neon, returning home from visiting a friend. He retreated back around the corner where he couldn’t be seen. The car drew closer and at the moment Jerome thought was right, he launched the pram onto the road, in front of his wife’s car. His timing was perfect. Ronda swerved, lost control then plunged the car through the barrier into the sea, and certain death. The Grim Reaper had claimed another victim.
Jerome thought about this as he walked down the street. The plan had went off without a hitch. He had received the life insurance payout with no eyebrows raised and no suspicious questions. Winters wanted his part of the money however, so Jerome decided to clear out. He had booked a ticket to Mexico, and was going to lie low in a hotel tonight, then leave tomorrow. He walked past a hotel. Something about it though brought him back. He felt drawn towards it, like it was a magnet and he was metal. He decided to stay there overnight. Taking a look at its name, he ventured inside. It was called the “Hotel Deluxe”.
It was a very old hotel, but grand nonetheless. He had walked past gold rimmed doors on his way in, and now in the lobby it was also very stylish. A thick purple carpet adorned the floor, with red walls that hung pictures painted by the great artists like Monet, Van Gough and others. Replicas no doubt, but still marvellous to behold.
At the reception desk sat an old man. He must have been about eighty years old, but looked quite healthy, and had odd facial features. He was a small shrew like man with wide black glasses and a small quiff of hair that had now turned white.
“Hello and Welcome to the Hotel Deluxe. What can I do for you?” he wheezed.
“A room, please, for the night.” replied Jerome.
“Single or double?” the man replied, with an obvious effort.
“Single. Can I pay by cash?” asked Dawson
“Yes, that’s fine. That will be $210, please, and your room number is 104. Here’s the card.”
Jerome gave him the cash, then took the magi card for the door. The hotel had been up dated so that magi cards could be used instead of keys. It was an expensive change to make. He walked over to the elevators, pressed the button and stepped into the elevator when it opened. He pressed “10” on the pad, then waited till he got to the top. He stepped out into the wide, brightly lit corridor and advanced down it, over the red carpet, until he got to his room. When he ran the card through the door checker and stepped inside, he never felt more peaceful. Life was good, he said to himself. Tomorrow, he would be moving to Mexico and wouldn’t have financial worries again. The room fascinated him, especially the large walk in wardrobe.
*
A chambermaid found his body the next morning. He had hung himself with his tie. When his brother came to identify the body, he recognized Jerome. He wondered about the tie though. Jerome was a self conscious man with a good dress sense, so why had he had this tie? It had to be his, after all, it had Jerome Dawson’s initials imprinted on it with gold capital letters on the front - J.D. It was the centre on a pink and light blue background, with little swirls of silver.
Jerome Dawson walked briskly down high street. He cut a smart figure with a black attaché case, a long black overcoat with underneath an impressive Chanel suit. He wore black gloves and a wide brimmed hat. He had a small neat face, with well defined features. Upon his small pointed nose rested a pair of black wire spectacles. He was as the description may have told you, a business man. He was a very good business man as business men came, and could make more money in a day for his company through mergers and sales than an average person could make in a year. He was also very intellectual, but used this to bad means. He began to “borrow” money from the company, small sums at the start then growing into huge cash payouts which he wasted on gambling. He was very bad at gambling, and so could not pay back the sums he had lost. His wife of 2 years, Ronda, knew nothing of this. Dawson had been born into a rich family, and had a lot of inheritance money when his parents died. He put all of this money back into his companies account in such a way (I said he was smart) that he wouldn’t be found out, as long as no-one scrutinised the records too closely. Still there wasn’t enough. Jerome panicked, and decided he had to get money fast. Before he could get enough, another employee, Rex Winters, found out about Jerome’s embezzlement. He threatened to blow the whistle on Dawson unless he (Jerome) could provide Rex with a large cash bribe. Jerome knew the game was up. If Rex Winters told the police, he’d be in risk of jail. And he’d be damned if he gave Winters any money. He had to get money, and get out of the country before he was caught. So Jerome hatched a devious plan.
It was a rainy night. Jerome was wearing a dark mackintosh to keep out the rain, yet it was still seeping through. He was on a stretch of road between the city where he lived and his house. It was quite a long road and straight for most of the way, with only one deadly bend. It was in a semicircle shape, and on one side was a cliff, the other a 200ft drop into the sea. It was called “The Grim Reaper’s Bend” as it had claimed so many lives. The Council had promised to take action, but had so far failed to do so. It was on the other side of this bend that Jerome waited. He was holding a pram and watching the road. He heard a car in the distance. Taking a look, he recognised the lights of the car to be his wife’s Chrysler Neon, returning home from visiting a friend. He retreated back around the corner where he couldn’t be seen. The car drew closer and at the moment Jerome thought was right, he launched the pram onto the road, in front of his wife’s car. His timing was perfect. Ronda swerved, lost control then plunged the car through the barrier into the sea, and certain death. The Grim Reaper had claimed another victim.
Jerome thought about this as he walked down the street. The plan had went off without a hitch. He had received the life insurance payout with no eyebrows raised and no suspicious questions. Winters wanted his part of the money however, so Jerome decided to clear out. He had booked a ticket to Mexico, and was going to lie low in a hotel tonight, then leave tomorrow. He walked past a hotel. Something about it though brought him back. He felt drawn towards it, like it was a magnet and he was metal. He decided to stay there overnight. Taking a look at its name, he ventured inside. It was called the “Hotel Deluxe”.
It was a very old hotel, but grand nonetheless. He had walked past gold rimmed doors on his way in, and now in the lobby it was also very stylish. A thick purple carpet adorned the floor, with red walls that hung pictures painted by the great artists like Monet, Van Gough and others. Replicas no doubt, but still marvellous to behold.
At the reception desk sat an old man. He must have been about eighty years old, but looked quite healthy, and had odd facial features. He was a small shrew like man with wide black glasses and a small quiff of hair that had now turned white.
“Hello and Welcome to the Hotel Deluxe. What can I do for you?” he wheezed.
“A room, please, for the night.” replied Jerome.
“Single or double?” the man replied, with an obvious effort.
“Single. Can I pay by cash?” asked Dawson
“Yes, that’s fine. That will be $210, please, and your room number is 104. Here’s the card.”
Jerome gave him the cash, then took the magi card for the door. The hotel had been up dated so that magi cards could be used instead of keys. It was an expensive change to make. He walked over to the elevators, pressed the button and stepped into the elevator when it opened. He pressed “10” on the pad, then waited till he got to the top. He stepped out into the wide, brightly lit corridor and advanced down it, over the red carpet, until he got to his room. When he ran the card through the door checker and stepped inside, he never felt more peaceful. Life was good, he said to himself. Tomorrow, he would be moving to Mexico and wouldn’t have financial worries again. The room fascinated him, especially the large walk in wardrobe.
*
A chambermaid found his body the next morning. He had hung himself with his tie. When his brother came to identify the body, he recognized Jerome. He wondered about the tie though. Jerome was a self conscious man with a good dress sense, so why had he had this tie? It had to be his, after all, it had Jerome Dawson’s initials imprinted on it with gold capital letters on the front - J.D. It was the centre on a pink and light blue background, with little swirls of silver.