There was only one thing to do. Celeste swallowed hard. What would he want? What would he do? How would she fail? Her fingers tightened into balls at her sides. The door opened and he emerged, looking like he had just been in the garden, not preparing to accept her. Her heart sank and she lowered her eyes to prevent him seeing her sense of betrayal.
She was unprepared for his reply. Had he struck her with his hand, she wouldn’t have flinched. But a pillow?
“Lighten up!” he crowed.She took a pillow of her own, lunging for him.
As always, there are many more 100 word pieces based on this picture on the blog.