The door was unlocked,
and the stranger sat in front of her
with a small grin on his face,
looking slightly guilty at the same time.
The diary was in her hand,
And she read over the night
she lost her virginity to a
s t r a n g e r.
YOU ARE READING
Memoirs of Holland
Short StoryHer name was Holland, Holly for short. She liked two teaspoons of sugar with her coffee, and often pronounced 'America' as uh-merica. Her name was Holland, Holly for short, and half the things she said she'd already forgotten.
