Okay, it's kind of cheesy (not to mention a belated seasonal thing), but here's mine. It's 96 words:
From above, the rink looked like dark glass, skaters hover-gliding along the top of sheets upon sheets of ice that Valentine’s morning.
Lois didn’t doubt that Clark could see the individual blade tracks and small shavings of glittering frost kicked up by the other skaters, but he wasn’t looking at them as he offered her a hot chocolate after they skated.
Their bond, like the ice, had faults not seen by those outside their tight-knit circle, but when they thought of their love, the faults didn’t matter, the remembrance an emotional zamboni to repair the wounds.
"You take turns, advise and protect one another, even heal or be healed when the going gets too tough. I know! That's not a game--that's friendship!" ~Shelly Mezzanoble,
Confessions of a Part-Time Sorceress: A Girl's Guide to the Dungeons & Dragons Game Darcy\'s Place
