The Motel

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I saw it as we crossed into Texas from New Mexico. Off the lonely stretch of freeway there was a run down motel just screaming "come die here". You could hear the echoes of drunken brawls and one-night stands. There stood a small set of cottages in the death throes of neglect. A final way point at the gates of nowhere.
It was a statement of seediness and disrepair. How many stories were trapped in the walls of these little buildings? They were waiting for decay to collapse the walls, so the stories could escape and be told.