(written for the [Fiction] Friday prompt on March 13, 2009, which was to write about a businessman who finds a voodoo doll in his hotel room on the third night of his stay.)
“May I help you, sir?” asked the young woman dressed in the neatly pressed hotel uniform and standing behind the desk.
“Uh, yeah,” said Stewart hesitantly. “I think someone delivered a, uh, package to my room today and it was not for me.”
“Oh, sir, I am very sorry for the inconvenience,” said the woman whose nametag implied that her name was Melody. “What is your room number? I’ll have someone come up and get the package and we’ll see if it can be delivered properly.”
“Oh, um, three thirteen,” said Stewart quietly. “But there’s no need to send anyone up, I brought it with me.”
