After months of glances and weeks of conversation, he worked up the nerve to suggest dinner, but was drowned out by the blaring bus horn. They laughed. He tried again. She accepted. Several regular passengers applauded.
She blinked back tears when he did not appear at the restaurant or answer his phone. While she died a little inside, he died outside under the front wheels of a crosstown bus.
“He ran right in front of me,” the bus driver said.
“Why was he in such a hurry?” an old man asked.
“Who were the flowers for?” asked his wife.
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