The Phonecall
‘Hi this is Lucy.’
‘Lucy,
it’s Jonathan. So glad you’re there.’ The roundness and beauty of rocky
hills and misty lochs sounded in his voice. It was a young voice, but
had an edge of manhood about it. He wasn’t a boy.
Warmth seeped from the top of her head, into her heart.
‘That’s nice of you to call,’ she said, desperately casual. ‘What time is it there?’
‘It’s
almost seven,’ he said. ‘But I’ve been up for hours.’ She liked...