The Automotel

Little girls didn't run motels alone, not even an automated system like this one. Rena pected the bills to come spitting back at her, but the auto motel sucked them in and informed her of the increasing total. At 89, another slot lit green and a card popped out. The girl pounced on it, then slid it ceremonially across the desk. Your room is two the automatile said, please take your key card. In emused silence, rena allowed herself to be led out of the office, past her car, to the door labelled two b in dull metal letters. She took the key card from the little girl who was waiting for her behind the reception desk