Drabble (100 words) written for an opening words prompt. Canon, rated G, all usual disclaimers apply.
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It wasn't a smile, so much as a glint in the eye, a lightness in the way he carried his body, a freedom of movement he otherwise never displayed. There was a spring in his step as if he wanted to dance for joy, and he never danced. She knew that, none better.
Alma stared at her husband, bitter disappointment descending. Her face felt stiff, her mouth settling in a tense line. She reached blindly for the empty, greasy dinner plates.
“Ennis, you find the new postcard from Jack Twist that came today?” she asked, unnecessarily. She knew the answer.