One look at her face and his insides shriveled.

No smile, no inquiries about the day. No coffee either, as other things were brewing.

Loaded with conjectures, he waited for the explosion.

The cockroach behind the bedroom door that was slammed shut, saved the day.

Sweetly, she sought his help.

V Vaidehi is an aspiring writer based in India who writes travel memoirs and short/micro-stories at vvaidehi.wordpress.com and whose work has been published by Brilliant Flash Fiction and The Centifictionist.