A dry silence in the classroom may catch laugh from her loud sneeze – she fears. Boys’ attention is sitting on her elegance – a violent sneeze may damage her chocolate manners – she muses. Essays she, to hold her breath stagnant – her right palm hides her nose and mouth – her eyes become wet – and a red shade spreads on her visage. Saya could tame her sneeze, yet a suppressed sound came out as a firework cracked in a pitcher. But before a relief, the second one follows – all her efforts are in vain – and ends in an odd clumsy sneeze, startling the pin- drop silence. Everyone laughs, when one shrinks. First published in The Literary Hatchet, issue 14, US, and then reprinted by erbacce press, Liverpool, UK.