A Call

      “Speak to him”

She passed the Itel S13 acrossed to him, as he dried up the smogged hand, collected the phone and clustered it with his cheek as his shaky voice thrived:

      “Hello, who are  you? Are you mad? I want to bet you’ve done my daughter no harm. If you had, I bet you’d be dealt with. What guts served you effrontery that’d fed you to stupor?…. “

   “Dan? “

She cut in, hastening with the sentence before he caused more harms:

     “Are you crazy? Don’t you know whom you’re talking to? He’s the kidnapper of our daughter. You know what that means? You know how opened she’s to harm? You have no idea of what your speech could ignite if he’s temperamental? I’m sure you don’t want a torpedo in this storm… “

He cursed. His heart crafting a jive of multitudinous attributions. His temper flushed, as sanity complimented his thoughts – a lens of words, over the phone :

      “I’m sorry. I really am. I’m just emotional. It’s my daughter. If it’s yours, I’m sure you’d do the worst. You won’t do better, I bet. Please don’t harm my… our daughter. Name your price. How much? I’ll give you. What do you want…? “

His voice trailed off as sobs choked the words, gulped the thoughts while tears trudged towards his jaw. Jane tottered towards him and shared his grieve with a warmth of the touch of their bodies. He was about thriving his glottis before the air bore few sentences from the other end:

     “Whata know wha’ I wan’? “

The blur American accent trudged on the silence.

      “Yes, yes please… “

He would do anything to save his daughter. Anything. He’d promised himself. Even to bankruptcy…

     “A nigh’ witha woman”

Wait. He wanted to shout. A night with Jane, my woman, my wife? No! Let it not be. He spoke again:

      “Sorry? “

But twas to no avail. The kidnapper had dropped the call.

      He’d promised himself to save his daughter, at all cost. He’d promised himself not to share his wife with anyone. Not even a god. But now a kidnapper. How could he think straight?

       “Or could this be Blake? Trying to have you after he lost you to me? Oh no! It should not be. Noooo! “

Jane retracted the warmth as she raised her head to measure his height. She withdrew herself and precipitately trod towards her room cussing :

       “Blake, Blake, Blake, Bl….. “
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