100-word story

Her throat dries up the instant she sees him.

She approaches him with measured steps, distracted by the big red blob on his table. Then her eyes land on his; at the same moment the blob takes clearer form, and she grabs the nearest chair to steady herself.

She expected to look into the same glaring eyes that had caused her unbearable pain. Seeing this soft, sad countenance, and the bouquet…

She attempts to regain her composure. She cannot recall the last time she saw anything but resentment in his eyes.

Just maybe, this won’t be such a wretched day.


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