Fiction by Robert Denby: "OK", Part Five
Photo by Beyzaa Yurtkuran I watch my laundry through the dryer windows as it does its' spin. We're at a motel I passed coming into town. It looked OK from the outside and it turns out it's not so bad inside; easily up to any Motel 6. Before I left Bobby in the room, I told him again to stay put, but I don't think I have to worry; he's freaked out enough not to want his face seen. Salt Lake isn't tiny, and it's not like I expect to just run into whoever his dealer is, but I need time to think. I made a point of not leaving my watch or jacket or anything valuable in the room. Too bad I couldn't disconnect the phone. As I said, now I'm in the motel's laundry room. Three puke-green driers against one wall, three piss-yellow washers against another, and three cracked linoleum chairs. My clothes are spinning in place as I pass the time by flipping around Roger Ebert's Video Handbook from 1999 (up to '98, actually.) I've had this thing for y...
