There is a fear in my heart.
I have come out to buy milk.BUT will I? Or won’t I? As I hurriedly pay the cashier and return with my can of milk, people laugh at my rush.
I open the doors furtively, I heave a sigh.
My portion of the cake still awaits for me.
Written as a part of Festival of words at Writetribe. the prompt for today was to write a post in 55 words