A fifty-word story written using the Freewrite prompt on Hive.

It was supposed to be a romantic weekend getaway.

No kids.

Just us.

Why did I trust him to make the reservation?

“Only one room left,” the receptionist said. “Sorry.”

Bunk beds.

Not even two singles we could push together.

And we had to share with a family of four.

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