Quite Challenging - Patrick Zweig Challengers

It was a dusty, dim evening, around six o'clock. I tapped my nails against the oaky wood desk of the motel reception. I've worked here for a year now, it was grim, nothing to do all day but answer phones, pressing the cold plastic of the receiver to my ear. "Lakeshine Motel, how can I help you? No ma'am, yes sir." day in and day out. The only interesting thing that happened near the motel was the tennis tournament, but who am I kidding, I also find that boring.