Terminus Family Hotel

‘ … The hotel sprouted amidst a wasteland of rusted iron roofing and wrecked cars in backyards, looming so close to the embankment that passing trains ran level with its residential windows. Quite often the five thirty-eight halted alongside to await a signal and our two worlds would peer at each other across the gulf of circumstance. Whenever I saw the old men’s beards and yellowed singlets I always thought ‘that’s where I’ll end up.’ …’



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