The Motor Inn
Perspective 1
lip slip Shut up! knock down split lip
don’t tell play game
day break - new shame
The Motor Inn
Perspective 2
Slipping her head beneath the scratchy motel comforter does not shut out the screams and obscenities, the crying splitting the early morning stillness. Situations like this are always so confusing. Is something really wrong? Just an alcohol fueled domestic spat or one of those times when 911 should be called? Someone should tell someone something before it becomes tomorrow's headline? Her heart breaks for the audible misery unfolding two floors down. Finally, she drifts off, only to wake in the morning to a flush of shame. Her desire for rest stronger than her ability to bear witness.
Ah yes, to interfere, to become involved and at what cost?