Hysteria

The phone woke me up at three in the morning. Susan. I cursed under my breath.
We are divorced and she has custody of our son; I have visiting rights.

She seemed frantic: “John, is Tom with you?”

“Of course. You know that he is spending the weekend with me.”

“Yes, but is he with you, NOW?”

“No, he’s  gone to a nightclub.”

“You fool! He is in Syria. I have seen him on CNN; he’s wearing a balaclava but
I’ve recognised his voice.”

“Calm down, Susan, it can’t be...”

“You  are useless, John. I’m going to contact the police.”

With that she slammed the phone down. I heard the key turning in the lock and the front door open.
Tom called out from the hall:

“Dad? What are you doing up at this hour?”

© Luigi Pagano 2015