Eine englische Kurzgeschichte
On the first day of her holiday, she opened the window of her hotel room and wondered what the next two weeks would bring. Maria had never been travelling on her own before, hence she was a bit afraid of what would cross her path. Nevertheless, she wanted to make use of this trip to Dublin since as a student she couldn’t afford to go on holiday often.
Maria paused to think. No, it wasn’t a normal holiday, it wasn’t a time for enjoying the sea or for strolling around in the city. She had refused to accompaign her best friend Zoe to spend these two weeks at a nice holiday lodge in southern Spain. By contrast, Maria flew to Ireland to find out more about her past of which she didn’t know much.
As Maria left the room and made her way down to the lobby, she began sweating and freezing at the same time. With her plan having been made there was no going back. She would have to speak to him, otherwise she would perhaps miss her only chance to get to know her father. A man, who didn’t even know that she existed and whom she had never seen before. A stranger, so to say.
He, the hotel manager, stood behind the counter and had a phone call. Seeing Maria coming, he hang up and put on a smile. For a second, Maria took it as a signal that he had recognized her, but then she remembered that he probably gave this smile to every guest in his hotel. It was part of his job, it wasn’t a smile a father would give to his daughter.
Arriving at the counter, Maria checked the name tag again – Mr. March, right – and hesitated.
Ask him whether he had a relationship with Josephine Brown, her mother, twenty years ago, a voice urged in her head.
Maria inhaled deeply, but she wasn’t ready yet to tell this man the truth. She just asked for more towels.
While her father left the lobby to follow her demand, she sighed and whispered: „Maybe tomorrow…“