Possession 12 - Just a Thought
Just a Thought
"Whinifred!" Bethany called from downstairs, "Whinifred the phone's for you!"
Lifting my head from the algebra homework I'd been pouring myself over I saw everything was slightly doubled. I blinked a few times and rubbed my eyes trying to clear my vision. It was then that I decided that it was time for a break anyway.
I hobbled in a sloppy drunken manner, bouncing on one foot over towards the phone that was sitting on the night table by my bed. I was out of the wheelchair since Friday and using crutches. I'd spent a week and a half in that wheelchair and with the brace on my wrist; I felt I could handle just using crutches now.
Glancing at the digital clock back on my desk I reached for the receiver.
It was quarter to nine.
'Who would be calling me at this hour?' I thought as I lifted the phone off the hook.
Cupping my hand over the end of the receiver I called over my shoulder, "Got it!"
I put the phone to my ear and heard a faint clic