Smoke

Sun, shine and water. The self proclaimed best lakeside resort in Spain. The Sun’s rays gleamed off the lake’s crystal clear water. Will, Clara and Sue trekked through the peaceful and kind town that the resort lies in. Sue’s long fair blonde hair swayed in the gentle breeze that flowed through the town; her long cotton coat dangled around her knees. Will’s short spiky blonde tipped hair flapped in the wind; his baggy t-shirt synchronised with his hair. Clara’s short hair rippled. Her university hooded jumper resting on her shoulders and laying around her waist.
They reached the beautiful architected building, glass panes used as doors.

After leaving the front desk they heaved their luggage towards their room on the top floor of the three story hotel resort. As they walked towards the sheen faced elevator, a repulsive looking guy in cleaner’s clothes stared at Will. His crossed eyes sat in a partial deformed face; bottom teeth spewing out from underneath his small and shrunken lips. Will was terrified from this camp and gruesome look. His hair flopped down trying to hide from this person. The cleaner limped past, staring at Will as he went. Clara and Sue giggled like little school girls. Will went bright red, evading eye contact with them. They crossed over to the lift and entered it, leaving the man behind.

They reached their room. The door creaked open. It was black. They entered the abyss filled room. Sue switched on the light. It didn’t work. Sue looked puzzled. She carried on flicking the switch. Still no light.
“You turned that light on yet?” asked Will.
“No, it’s not working” replied Sue getting stressed.
Will dug into his bag and retrieved a box of matches. He struck a match. It lit. Will started to walk further in using the match to guide him, but it was eaten by the darkness. Will stood there in confusion staring at the burnt out match.
Then the darkness started to retract from the door. Now you could see it. Black smoke. It seeped out the window crevasses, and sat there outside. Staring. Into the room which it has just fled from. Clara had fainted, Will’s face had lost its colour, Sue stood there in fright, clenching to the light switch for sheer life. Sue released her grasp and ran to get someone.

Minutes later she returned with the manager. Smoke still there. Will caring for Clara. Clara lying on the bed.
“What is that!?” Sue questioned in fright.
“What is what?” replied the manager looking around.
“That!” Sue shouted pointing at the window, her hand trembling.
The manager walked over to the window. He peered straight through the blackness.
“What? It is a view of the town, do you not like it?” ask the manager.
“No, there’s black smoke there! It’s just gone out the window and it’s floating there”