“I was at work, an early shift. Someone started screaming down the radio. I didn’t understand, at first, what was going on. Across the lobby, beyond the big elephant I saw the reception staff fiddling with a handset, trying to decipher the noises. I went into the office. Everyone was panicking. There was a camera feed up on one of the boxes. It showed the park, and there were people running in every direction.”
A short story based on a dream that I had shortly before leaving my job as a hotel porter. Published in Skive. Purchase a print copy here.