Holly
Holly A tiny experiment of story by Kim Ott. I was woken up by the sound of the telephone. It rang tyrannically from the stand next to my bed. I sat up and wiped the cobwebs from my eyes and yawned. 'Who would be calling me at 2 in the morning?' I thought. This had better be important. That warm shroud of heat one develops while sleeping slowly leaving my shoulders. I picked up the phone and tried not to sound groggy. "Hello?" I managed, my voice mumbly from sleep. "Holly,...