Brenda stopped outside the office door.
“I am not staying here, honey.”
“You heard the mechanic. The car won’t be fixed until tomorrow. And this is the only motel in town. Where else are we going to stay?” asked Calvin.
Brenda frowned but opened the door.
The clean cut man behind the desk smiled.
“Welcome! Will you be staying with us tonight?”
Calvin glanced at the man’s name tag. “Yes… Norman. Just one night please.”
“Wonderful,” replied Norman. “It’s so nice to have guests. We’re a bit off the beaten path and mother and I don’t get too many visitors.”
“Mother?” asked Brenda.
“Oh, my mother owns the motel. But she’s elderly and I run it now.”
Brenda gave an angry glance at her husband. He returned a sheepish smile.
As they exited the small office, Norman called to them.
“Feel free to shower as long as you like. We have lots of hot water.”
Later that night as they prepared for bed, Brenda complained again.
“Seriously? Norman? Mother owns the motel?” This is not good.”
Calvin laughed. “You watch way too many horror movies. Now come to bed. You’ll feel better in the morning.”
Norman fidgeted nervously with the long knife. Mother would be upset. He was about to be naughty again.
[This is my entry into the Flash Fiction Challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner by Roger Shipp. Write a story based on a photo prompt and introductory sentence in 200 words or less. I went over this week, so my apologies.]