A phone rang somewhere close, but Mike turned away and placed a pillow over his head. The muffled sound didn’t make him feel any better, but he was in no mood to get up. He had a pretty good idea who could be calling, anyway. If it wasn’t his mother, it couldn’t be anyone else but Mary.
That girl was persistent, he had to give her that. And, any other day, he would pick up the phone in an instant, just not today. Continue reading “Oblivion”