The chill hung in the room like an unwanted guest. He slammed the wardrobe shut, and rummaged through the chest-of-drawers. He peered under the bed and banged his head on the bottom drawer.
She ran into the room. “What happened?” she asked in a breathless query.
“This damned drawer —”
She gently rubbed the sore spot “What’re you looking for?”
“You could’ve just asked me”.
“You weren’t talking to me” he said. Echos of bitter words resonated from the past.
Outside a drop of icy-water dripped from the point of the thawing icicle.
“I’ll find it” she said.
Inspired by Prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields