“I’m giving it up,” said Rhea, looking into the rearview mirror and adjusting her hair.
Her husband watched her, a smile playing on his lips.
“I can see your smile, and I know what that means. But this time, I mean it.”
Ben laughed as he brought the car to a halt and got out. Rhea only frowned.
“I can do it. I can show restraint,” she willed herself as she entered the party hall.
“Oh no!” she exclaimed, seeing the big table.
“From tomorrow,” she sighed, walking toward the coffee she had given up on a few moments before.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
27th September, 2018)