I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...
He answered the door; their eyes met. They exchanged a sad,
silent greeting. He opened his mouth to speak; a passing siren stopped him
short. She responded with a melancholy grin. He motioned for her to enter; she
shook her head. A tear fell down the inside of her cheek. He moved to wipe it
away; he couldn’t stop the droplet from falling into the corner of her mouth.
She licked her lips. His finger lingered in midair; she took his hand in hers. The
spark remained. He tried to speak again; she moved her index finger
perpendicular to her lips. She looked into his eyes once more, turned, and
departed.
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