Bouquet

I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...

Bill coddled the bouquet in his right arm. He considered saying ‘You’re my density’ to pay homage to their favorite movie but decided instead on the always effective ‘I love you.’ He walked into the east entrance of the park knowing that Molly would be facing west, engrossed in a novel. As he approached, he spied, among others, a man standing by Molly. In the man’s arms were flowers arranged very similarly to those in Bill’s. And the man’s clothing matched Bill’s exactly. Bill started to jog. Molly turned. The man extracted a gun, shot Molly, and inexplicably disappeared. The surrounding crowd, perplexed, stared at Bill, who felt paralysis overtake him.