“Best Western Plus” by Julia on the GO bus

Thursday May 9, 2019
7:54pm
5 minutes
Best Western

Best Western
Plus good sex in a gross room
Plus funny story
Plus memories
Plus strange mattress stain
Plus cute bathroom spiders

Best Western
Plus affordable trip
Plus more weird walls
Plus a bible missing the book of Genesis
Plus chatty front desk
Plus ratty pillow cases

Best Western
Plus lucid dream
Plus the first time someone says I Love You
Plus the first time someone needs to go get ice
Plus the chair no one has a purpose for
Plus the pens they use to tattoo a heart on their ring fingers

“our only option!” By Sasha on her couch


Sunday, April 12, 2015
10:03pm
5 minutes
A text message from Sarah

Margot had never planned on living in the Five Alive Motel, it just sorta happened. When she and Lucy split up, Lucy got Suki, their German Shepard, which meant she got to keep the apartment. “What do I get?! What do I even get?!” Margot had shrieked until her voice was horse. Lucy had given her the cast iron frying pan, the red Rubbermaid blender and a teapot that her mother had given them when they first moved in together.

The Five Alive actually has a different name, but it smells like Five Alive so Margot calls it that. “Better than urine!” She jokes to the cashier at the IGA. She’s stocking up on nacho fixings, the primary food group for the broken hearted. She chooses her salsa carefully, switching it up every time in pursuit of the perfect blend of sweet, spicy and tangy. “When ya movin’ on, hon?” Asks the cashier, all feathered bangs and chipped coral nail polish. “Moving on?” Margot opens the bag of tortilla chips and starts stuffing them in her mouth. It was then, tongue burning with salt, cheeks being torn open by the sharp edges, that she realizes she’s been at the Five Alive for seven weeks. “Shit,” she says, reaching across the checkout, chip bag extended towards the cashier.

“This woman was able to reach me” by Sasha on a bench on Granville Island


Thursday March 12, 2015
3:34pm
5 minutes
from a Facebook post

The clock was ticking faster than it ever had before and I’m not sure what month it is or who is Prime Minister. I wonder if I need a mirror, if there’s something on my face, but I’m shit outta luck there and next time anyone asks me if my name is Ashley, I’m going to punch them right in the stomach. No! My name isn’t Ashley!

This woman is able to reach me at the Motel off Major Mac. I know that I’ve seen her before and that she’s fatter now and that it used be winter and now it’s Spring.

“Ash? Are you in there?”
“Yes?”
“Are you going to open the door?”
“I don’t know who you are…”
“Ash. It’s me.”
“I’m sorry. I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”

“1 Eastside” by Julia at the motel in Thunder Bay


Friday June 13, 2014
10:56pm
5 minutes
The front of a bus in Sault Ste. Marie

We ended up taking a bus to a reserve somewhere with a sign that read “Gravel River Motel: Food, Gifts, Amethyst”. I didn’t realize how important amethyst was, but it happened to be my birthstone so I was intrigued enough to go in. We talked to the shop owner for at least 10 minutes, him asking me how I found myself here and me asking him why he was selling amethyst like cigarettes. He told me that I was here now and that’s all that mattered. I bought two or three of his little sacks filled with the stuff. I said, Thanks, I’ll give one of them to my sister when I see her next. Then we waved to him as we left the shop and wondered out loud if that entire experience was one we had dreamed up or one that truly transpired. I thought about the shop-owner later that night as I laid on the motel bed, counting the times the guy in the room next to ours, separated by a paper thin wall, said “Please” to his girlfriend or lover or something like that.

“domestic assault” by Sasha at Annapurna


Thursday November 21, 2013 at Annapurna
4:25pm
5 minutes
Toronto Star

Jo calls me from somewhere on the highway between Lethbridge and Calgary. The Cowboy Trail. She’s pulled over, I make sure of it. “I gone this time,” she says, “I’m gone for good.”

At their wedding, Jo’s “something borrowed” was my polka-dotted pink socks.

“I’m staying at a motel tonight. I don’t think I should keep driving… I keep thinking Jeremy is going to run out in front of me like a moose and I’m going to swerve off the road.” I wonder if I should go and meet her so that she can put her cold toes between my calves and we can watch Breaking Bad until she falls asleep.

“I wish you could just, like, support me!” Jo screamed, running down the stairs. I’d just told her that I couldn’t get behind her and Jeremy moving in together. I’d heard too many details of too many stories of too many nights. It took her three weeks to speak to me again, and even then, she was distant and cold. “I need your rent cheque,” she’d said, barely looking up from her eggs and toast.

“would be more accurate.” by Julia at Sambuca Grill


Thursday, December 27, 2012 at Sambuca Grill
5:56pm
5 minutes
http://www.thesartorialist.com

No, a shit-hole would be more accurate. I told Rich that if we had to stay away from the city for eve one night, I would only do it if we could sleep in an actual structure. I told him hotel, motel, or condo, pick one. Now of course, given the option, Rich would choose a hotel too, but since he was convinced that this was a camping trip, of course he’d have to go ahead and pick the dingiest and most degrading motel in the history of the universe. He pushed open the jammed door to our room and I swear to you that dust mites multiplied. He was all chummy, trying to get me into a good mood, but all I could see were what appeared to be blood stains around the bed, and the fact that the mini bar looked like the last time it was stocked was 1993.
“Nice, isn’t it babe? I chocked on the cloudy air. I said, “Hurry up and die already so I can run off with all your money.” He laughed, pulled me into him, and kissed the top of my head.
“Ugh!” I said. “We’re already starting to smell the way the walls feel.”
“You’re being a baby.” He said to me with a smile. “Don’t worry about your nails, we’ll get you some new ones when we get back to the city.”