Welcome to Sammi’s weekend writing challenge
She greeted him with a glacial expression.
He knew he was in the doghouse, but the card game had a big pot though most of it was his, and he felt he couldn’t leave without winning it back. He failed.
His dinner was on the table, a full roast in congealed gravy, as cold as his welcome.
Pointless making excuses, especially when he saw her case.