The Hotel Frederick
It’s where old writers go to die. Stone steps welcome. Stable arches affirm. Windows manifest transparency. Moon-light guides through unlockable doors.
Pietra, Librarian and Hostess, greets you with her Bodhisattva smile and shows you to your room, #317.
Belle, in #318, hears your vintage Royal tapping through the wall. Soon her tap is at your door.
“Hello, I’m Belle. I heard your Royal. Most here have given it up.”
“Hello. I’m Bert. I’m getting there.”
Belle says, “No rush. I’m not quite there either.”
We share morning coffees.
A year later, we walk out together, hand in hand, with our typewriters.
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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the host of Friday Fictioneers.
Tao-Talk 
That really sounds very interesting, Lisa. I was imagining the scene. That must have been the old writers’ hotel. ☺️
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Thanks so much for reading and your comment, Aptivi.
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My pleasure, Lisa! ☺️
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This has a calm, old‑world feel. I liked the quiet connection between them.
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Kymber, thank you :)
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Now this. THIS is a properly done romance – indicative of a wonderful writer.
I love it, Lisa.
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Many thanks, Dear Dale.
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A year later, we walk out together, hand in hand, with our typewriters.’ There’s such grace in that. The old writers didn’t go to die; they went to find each other. Beautiful. 💙
Much love,
Khadija 💕🤗
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Khadija, so happy you enjoyed the story. Thank you <3
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Lisa, loved the story…which now has me wishing I had kept at least one typewriter I used from back in the “stone ages” lol.
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Bruce, thanks very much. I remember the little blue colored typewriter I had. Remember when the modern era hit and we had “selectric”s? A restaurant nearby has a wall of them. You never know when they might need to come in handy again!
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Loved the voice of this
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Thanks much, Neil.
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There’s hope for romance yet! Nicely done, Lisa.
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Thank you, my friend.
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Most welcome, Li.
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that was very good Li 👍👍
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CA, thank you :)
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I wonder, were they writing romance novels? I enjoyed the flow of the story and its happy ending.
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James, I’m not sure. Maybe? Thanks much.
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I like the sound of this place
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The moment I saw it I knew it had stories to tell. Thanks, Steve.
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Typewriters? Must be an old hotel.
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They brought their own, James. Not sure when it is set, but very likely long ago. Good observation. Thanks.
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sounds like a romance in the making. my best wishes to both of them.
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Plaridel it looks like a place where small, but big, things happen. Thanks.
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I loved this story Lisa – it’s made me want to fish out my old mechanical typewriter from the bottom of the wardrobe- still life in the old girl yet😃
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Ange, thanks much. There may come a time when it will be needed, like after the rebels take down the power grids ;)
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I’ll hang on to it 😃
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Such a sweet story! It’s fun to imagine that the stories they were writing brought them together.
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Sheila, very well could be :) Thanks and glad you enjoyed the story.
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