This is for Rochelle’s photo prompt challenge. It was rather longer than requested so I’ve cut it back to 100 (105 in truth) words.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Feet were sore from walking historic cobbles. Necks ached from staring up at historic ceilings. Rome in August was too hot and there was no air conditioning in the hotel. At least it was cheap and nobody minded if they ate in their room.
She peered down into the early morning street through the green slats of the blind. It was already hot, but mercifully quiet. She turned. The room looked squalid in the dim light with the remains of last night’s meal on the table. She wondered how long it would be before the holiday became a memory, as unappetising as a congealed pizza.