She kept to the corners, arms crossed tight against her chest.
He worked the room, a smile for everyone he greeted.
She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, knuckles white around the glass in her hand.
His laugh wrapped its way around each guest, clapping the backs of those who walked by.
When the car pulled up he reached for her fingers, shoulders slumped. He drank up the smile she saved just for him.
At home, he kept to the corners. Arms crossed tight against his chest. She worked the room, her laugh wrapping its way around his heart.
(A “drabble” is a short story consisting of exactly 100 words.)
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