George sighed as he surveyed the empty foyer and wondered why his Chernobyl-themed hotel was such a massive flop. He’d spent years planning every detail from the radiation-themed wallpaper to the complementary hazmat suits. He couldn’t understand it.
‘Maybe,’ said his long-suffering wife, glowing quietly. ‘If you hadn’t built it here. In Chernobyl. Slap-bang in the middle of the exclusion zone. Where people aren’t actually allowed to go?’
George contemplated this briefly.
‘Nah,’ he said. ‘Give it time.’ And he picked up a glass and gave it a quick polish while the Geiger counter in the corner ticked away feverishly.
PHOTO PROMPT © Priorhouse
The prompt made me think of empty hotels and reasons why they’d be empty. However, it turns out that a hotel in the exclusion zone of Chernobyl is not such a crazy idea. Someone beat George to it: Pripyat Hotel, Chernobyl
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