It was her smile.
Journey’s end when lovers meet. — A story in 100 words.
A story in 100 words.
She electrified & lit up a room.
It was her smile he noticed first.
The smile was free.
Everything else had a cost.
She held her feelings down.
Where, if they existed, she wouldn’t say.
Their time together soured.
Like a gallon of milk, their thing had expired.
He determined that he knew her only briefly.
If he knew her at all.
Weeks later, she called.
She wanted to apologize.
He said it was fine.
What might have been was gone.
She asked: “Are you sure it’s gone?”
He answered: “I don’t want to be sure.”
The end?
The beginning?