A fun little short story about missing towels. Nothing makes a vacation troublesome like no towels
The tropical sun and the ocean breeze danced in the third-floor room the Townley’s had reserved. The sunlight shimmered along the greens, whites, and reds of the couch, chair, and bed facing the Pacific. With the sliding door open, the ocean breeze kept the heat at bay.
Dexter Townley stuck his head into the hallway after he inspected the bathroom. “I can’t find any towels”
“I can’t believe there aren’t any towels,” his wife, Edith, said from the bedroom.
“Come look for yourself then,” he said.
Dex and Edie spent an unnecessary five minutes confirming that there were no towels in the suite.
“I’ll call down,” Edie said.
The young man at the front desk listened as Edie explained the situation. “That is quite strange,” the young man said. “We’ll have new ones…
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