Another chilling week this week from Sacha for our #Writespiration prompts. We have to write about a blood curdling phone call in the middle of the night. Needless, to say, we have only got 52 words EXACTLY to do so!
This poem is about one of a parents’ worse nightmares.
Jarred awake around midnight
The phone rang loud and strong
Who could it be at this hour?
There has got to be something wrong
“Your daughter has had a seizure
You need to get here without delay
It seems she has been drinking vodka
And now the ambulance is on its way”