Hunted - creative writing

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Nervously, someone is waiting in a hotel room. Beads of sweat crashed from his forehead onto his shirt, he’s so alert he can hear and feel every single droplet. He’s staying in a small cheap but tidy hotel. There’s an old blue/ grey flower pattern on the walls and bedcovers. The bathroom had nothing but a small pink bar of soap probably left by the last unfortunate guest that stayed in this little cupboard of a room. He checks the phone, and then cuts it with his Swiss army knife. He chooses to leave the air conditioning off, the silence is deafening. Finally, he looks under the bed and unpacks his brief case on the on top; then sets up the chair so it is facing the window.

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        He hears a door slam, he remembers a tan coloured car that was behind him all the way to the hotel but turned off at the last minute.

        He cautiously moves towards the window to see if the tan coloured car was actually there. As he looks through the double glazed window, he notices that it is starting to get dark as if someone has hit a dimmer switch. As he ran his finger along the window frame, his finger was covered with dust as if it had never been cleaned. He went to the bed and picked up his ...

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