A Roadblock

Sandy often felt like Julie Andrews dancing on the Alps. She and Ben had never had an argument. There had never been any roadblocks in their relationship.

One day, Ben sent her a selfie he had taken, and she commented on what a fake smile he had. They had been together for months, and she knew his smile. It lit her way every day and allowed her to see where she was heading.

“You think that’s fake? I am genuinely happy, “ said Ben. “Why are you making fun of the way I look. You know I’m touchy about that.”

Sandy suddenly felt the undeniable lurch of a roadblock. She hadn’t meant to hurt his feelings and told him so.

“I won’t be staying for dinner, tonight. I have some things to think about.”

Sandy watched, befuddled, as Ben walked away, fingering the small black box in his pocket.