by C F White
Ollie chuckled. Until the caller’s voice boomed down the phone.
“Oliver?”
It seemed like a question, especially with the pause. Ollie held his breath.
“Oliver?”
Ollie hoped he’d either hang up or get to the point before Ollie passed out from asphyxiation. And considering he was naked, wrapped in a duvet, he could just see the local paper headlines misconstruing his accidental death as some sort of sex game gone wrong.
“Right. You’re not there. Or ignoring me.”
Bright man, this one.
“You left your watch here.”
Ollie scrambled to get his arm out from under the duvet and checked his wrist. Bollocks. He shut his eyes.
“I’ve had to throw it out.”
Ollie shoved a hand over his mouth, adding to his suffocating possibilities, and ignored the sinking feeling in his gut.
“I’ll get you a new one.”
Ollie shook his head and sank farther into the duvet to cover his face.
“Don’t call me back. I’ll see you later.”
The answer phone bleeped, indicating the end of the message and signifying the beginning of Ollie’s New Year’s resolution.
The one where he wouldn’t feel a thing.
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About the Author
Brought up in a relatively small town in Hertfordshire, C F White managed to do what most other residents try to do and fail—leave.
Studying at a West London university, she realised there was a whole city out there waiting to be discovered, so, much like Dick Whittington before her, she never made it back home and still endlessly searches for the streets paved with gold, slowly coming to the realisation they’re mostly paved with chewing gum. And the odd bit of graffiti. And those little circles of yellow spray paint where the council point out the pot holes to someone who is supposedly meant to fix them instead of staring at them vacantly whilst holding a polystyrene cup of watered-down coffee.
She eventually moved West to East along that vast District Line and settled for pie and mash, cockles and winkles and a bit of Knees Up Mother Brown to live in the East End of London; securing a job and creating a life, a home and a family.
Having worked in Higher Education for most of her career, a life-altering experience brought pen back to paper after she’d written stories as a child but never had the confidence to show them to the world. Having embarked on this writing malarkey, C F White cannot stop. So strap in, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride...
C F White loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website details and author profile page at https://www.pride-publishing.com
