Alexander Reyes

The Pendant

Everything in my hotel room was the picture of a tornado that had just passed and laid to waste a non-smoking room with a view of the Luxor hotel and Las Vegas Blvd. below. Oh, how I wish I could tell you it was passionate love making, but there was no after-the-fact smell, and the hanging question of whether this meant something or was it all just good fun was never asked. Writhing on the floor, with my head throbbing, and focusing with eyes learning how to see again, I can only stare at a broken necklace strap that once held a glass owl pendant, relaxing on plush executive carpet, whose every strand seemed to massage all its curves.