Gen Webster Author

 Hello there, I have a short story to show you, something completely different from my usual offerings. It's called  The Gardenia Private Hotel It held its secrets within the solid south-west-facing walls of stone, a short, steep walk from the Atlantic Ocean. The owner-occupiers held themselves along with the secrets of their guests. Privacy was what drew regular visitors year after year in the off-season? Built in the nineteenth century from the traditional Cornwall stone, with sheltered windows gazing in all directions, the mansion sits smugly beyond the high walls facing the street. Nestled behind which, the garden, with the titular gardenias and fish pond creating a perfect space for afternoon tea. Each room is secluded from the others; up a flight of stairs, through the glass door and up three more steps to a short hall. Once inside the door, it’s as if we were the only guests. We didn’t meet anyone else in the corridors or on the stairs. Were they as we were, tryin...