Puppy Eyes

A Hundred Word Story

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Lonely days and lonely nights had passed. The significance was not lost.

Egor sat quietly at the table in the deeply romantic restaurant, the flowers he thoughtfully had on hand sitting idly by, his eyes enquiring in the way of a lost puppy. Hopeful enough to know his desires. Lost enough to miss the obvious signs that while she was into him, she was not that into him. She nodded graciously at the lines of discussion before extricating herself with a smile and an apology, leaving the flowers as a reminder that not everything works out the way one hopes.