SPF: The Perfect Getaway
“Did you switch off the gas?” Shefali asked.
“Gas? I think so,” he mumbled.
“Dhruv!” she fumed. “I better ask Sushil to…”
“You left the keys with Sushil?” Dhruv was annoyed. “You know I don’t like him. And for God’s sake don’t text and drive.”
“Your darling Trisha was unavailable.” Shefali sniped.
“You could’ve left them with Mom.”
“Yeah right.” Shefali snorted. Her phone pinged. She turned to Dhruv. “The gas wasn’t on.”
“I told you so!” Dhruv gloated.
“But the iron was.” Her eyes flashed.
“How dare he go into our bedroom?”
“He saved our house from burning down dammit!”
“He’s lying! Deliberately trying to wreck our vacation.”
“That’s your boss, kicking up a fuss about leave.” Shefali gunned down the road.
“It was because of the deadlines!”
“Don’t push me Dhruv! I know what’s going on between you and her.”
Her phone pinged.
“Just my whatsapp friends.” She giggled. “They are so jealous.”
“Why not send them photos?”
“Great idea!” She pulled over.
They cuddled and clicked selfies.
“Let me take some of you against the scenic backdrop.” He clicked. “A little to the left. A bit more to the back.”
That’s all it took to push her over the edge.
Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Susan for hosting the challenge and Anurag Bakhshi for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.