Dreadful Droplets

Fred could tell when his wife woke up that morning that something was terribly wrong.

“How did you sleep?” he asked.

She responded with a grumble.

“Are you in pain?” he tried.

Her reply was a grunt.

“Is something bothering you?”

She merely growled. If only he could read her mind – but then again, he surely would regret it if he could.

“Can I help?” he posed one final question.

“Yes!” she exploded. “You can put more than droplets in my coffee cup!”

Flash fiction for today’s
#Ragtag Daily Prompt #RDP #Droplet.

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