SF Drabble #44 “We’ll Leave The Light On”

The front desk was unattended when he came down early  for the continental breakfast. The kitchenette was occupied only by stale bagels and instant coffee. They would have been poison to his system, even had they been fresh.

Some hotels wouldn’t even take aliens. It hadn’t been long enough for governments to pass anti-discrimination laws. It would be longer still before they did: how your average hotel would be able to convert rooms for any species that might conceivably walk through the door was anyone’s guess.

The bed had been comfortable enough, if the wrong shape. Humans are so tall.

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