Holly Tattoo December Birth Flower Novels & Stories

Holly Holly sat before a roaring fire, watching the flames jump and dance around a yule log. She wondered if it would be appropriate to put another shot of rum in her hot cocoa or if three was already too many. She wanted to feel happy. It was Christmas Eve. She was warm and full of good food. Her father had made his famous pot roast and she’d eaten enough mashed potatoes that she was probably at least fifty percent potato herself. There would soon be presents and cookies.

Sitting in the car while watching the scenery zoom by, Daphne couldn't help thinking of Holly's face. She thought, 'I hate that woman's guts. Now she's finally about to die, I should be happy, right?' She reached into her pocket for a small mirror to touch up her makeup. Just then, her fingers brushed against the card Holly gave her, and she froze. Holly told her the password was her birthday. But after so many years, she still didn't know Holly's birthday. Did Holly really deserve to die? Daphne started to doubt her decision, her mind in turmoil.