There’s a little post card that Ramona Jinx has just tacked to the bulletin board in the breakroom at work.
It says in orange and red letters:
Hotel de Sol
Enjoy your Stay!
Dwarfing the pen and ink style drawing of the mountains behind the hotel and engulfing the beach and the water below it…
is the Sun.
The sun is trimmed in read and filled in with streaks of orange and crimson and Ramona, whose Grandmother used to use the post card as a bookmark said that she liked having it around because the picture made her feel like she was burning up.
” And that’s a good thing? ” Ramona asked.
” It is when your bones get old Ramona” her Grandmother told her.
At the time that made sense, Ramona’s Grandmother was 97 when that particular conversation took place and Ramona guessed that by that age your bones must feel like ice-besides her Grandmother had liked things that were ” hot and spicy ” and red…
Red was her favorite color- of course.
So that’s what was the color of the dress they buried her in when she passed away a few weeks later.
After the Funeral Ramona and her Mother were went over to Grandmother’s House to start packing up her Grandmother’s belongings when Ramona found the card next to the lamp on her nightstand.
” Can I have this? ” Ramona asked her Mother.
Her Mother looked at what Ramona was holding and she shook her head, ” I never had any use for that place, Mother could never get enough of it though. Honestly that woman…”
” This place is for real? “
” It certainly is Ramona, and it’s hot there, its hotter then Hell.”
Then her Mother laughed and even though she wasn’t sure why she did it-
Ramona laughed too.
It was on the bus ride to work that morning, when Ramona decided to take the card to work to hang on the bulletin board, that she acutually saw what was written on the back of the card.
The ink was faded and Ramona guessed that at one time the writing had been done in purple ink. But you could still make out most of the writing and Ramona instanly recognized her Grandmother’s small neat precise block style printing.
The letters were all capitlized and the message read:
Sometimes Wishes Come True
Most of the writing under that was worn away but at the bottom of the message box you still read in part:
Hold This Near and
Fr m The Bottom Of My H art I C n Honestly Say
” I Wi h You W re here “
Where it’s hotter then Hell Ramona thought to herself and she wondered who would want to go to a place like that on purpose?
Bitsy Freemont was the head Cashier at the store Ramona worked at.
Bitsy didn’t like Ramona.
Bitsy told anyone who would stand still long enough for her to talk too that Ramona dressed funny, and that Ramona didn’t have much of a personality and the worst thing of all-despite of all of her obvious shortcomings Ramona manged to land herself a great fiance.
Bitsy was standing there when Ramona tacked the postcard to the bulletin board.
” Well that’s interesting. ” Bitsy said as Ramona stepped back away from the card “Look how big the Sun is… and the water…is it boiling? “
Ramona put her face next to the card and and then she looked back at Bitsy. ” I don’t think it’s water”
Bitsy turned her nose up at Ramona and she snorted…she actually snorted, ” well what kind of silly picture is it? “
” It’s a picture of a Hotel” Ramona said “it’s a picture of a hotel on the Sun.”
” Is that supposed to be funny? “
And then Ramona understood what the card said, what it did and she put her hand on top of it and then she looked into Bitsy’s pinched up overly made up face and said,
” From The Bottom Of My Heart, I Wish You Were There. “
There in the breakroom one card on the bulletinboard moved around a bit and then it settled back against the board and Ramona went back to work.
Bitsy Freemont- of course-