Daily Writing Blurb

"Margot," he called, through the swirling snow. She glanced back only once, meeting his gaze for a split second, her lips parting just so, and then continued on to the house.
He shook the gate in frustration, tossed his hat to the ground, and swore. He saw it in her hand, she had held it right in front of his eyes, and she remained innocently ignorant.
"Margot," he muttered to himself, picking up his hat and brushing off the snow.

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