The string of lights brightened the central part of the motel. The two buildings that had magically appeared on an empty lot of the motel were lit, busy, and full of guests walking in the hallway. The big fountain in the center was one of the main attractions as little children ran around it happily.
As the time turned seven, the guests filled the dining area to enjoy the food. It was a feast of music, a gathering of guests of Lake Green Motel.
The motel we were staying in was the only building with no light, as if we did not exist.
“Ashriel, what’s that?” Shelly whispered at me, tugging the hem of my sleeves.
“The grand feast of Lake Green Motel in 1708,” I answered, watching Maya as she looked at the colorful event downstairs. I could not add the information to them that those we
