He folded all the clothes that were to be ironed in the old sari and waited patiently at the verandah for the madam to appear.
He prayed with all his might for a yes to his question because this was the last house where he could ask and if she too denied he would have nowhere to go.
‘I am sorry Shankar, I don’t think it would be possible for us’ said the madam and his last hopes sank, moistening his eyes.
‘But Madam, it is not such a big ..’ and before he could finish the sentence, the door had already closed.
He looked dejected at the sky covered with clouds, ready to burst anytime, remembering the urgent repair required in the leaky rooftop of the small room that accommodated his family of seven members.
Written for Five Sentence Fiction for the prompt - RAIN