Sharing Reena’s take on the prompt –
The sky outside is stormy and dark. Lightning flashes in the
sapphire blue of your eyes. My palms and soles are cold. You are furious about
The stewardess pours a steaming latte in the Styrofoam cup,
and it wobbles a bit.
Is it going to be my last
sip of life?
Suddenly, you smile and I feel the warmth returning. Your
anger was not about me. I wonder what has been troubling you. Can I do
something to help?
I walk out of the café with heavy feet. I don’t want my happiness to be so dependent on you.