Tom’s Apartment

El Deols, Anthanna

Tom hurried into his bedroom to get his ringing phone. He had dropped it there when he went to get a bottle of wine from the bar. The table was dirty with traces of weed and some powdery substances. He smoked and drank everyday since Sheila had left him. Since he was exposed already, he thought there was no need suppressing his lifestyle anymore.

He picked up the phone and checked the screen. His friend Stan was calling.

“Hey Stan! What’s up?” He said after answering the call.

“Hey dude! Phil has landed himself in trouble.”

“What has he done again?” Tom asked.

“He arranged some men to dress up as cops to get that Sheila’s bodyguard yesterday,” Stan replied.

“What are you talking about?”

“Remember you told us when we met at the club that Sheila was going to return from South Husan with the dude yesterday?”

“Yeah, I did.” Tom replied and picked a wrap of weed. “And you remember Phil told us he would pull up a surprise.”

“Oh! I remember.”

“So he planned