The Yellow Hibiscus

Tempest Flash Fiction Under 1000 Words

Chapter 49

Ten-thirty came and went, with no word from Willoby. His cellphone went to voice mail. Determined to get out of Hawaii, I packed and headed out, glancing back, my eyes focus on the telephone on the right nightstand. It wasn’t hanged up properly. “Darn it!” I thought, heading towards the nightstand. “What if Willoby was calling…