Sacha’s 52 word challenge this week is to write about:
The blood curdling phone call in the middle of the night.
For the fifth time that evening the phone rang.
It was a wrong number, the same person who kept reversing two digits.
They were making us both a nervous wreck.
The call came at 1.am. We braced ourselves.
It didn’t matter that it had been expected.
Except it was the wrong parent.