His friends tried to warn him. “She’s a gold digger,” they said. “Get a prenup,” they advised. But he ignored them. He was in love, and love is blind.
He looked at her, sitting across the table. He saw that look of ineffable satisfaction on her face, a look that said it all. She had persevered, and now he was left alone, defeated, and humiliated. She had won it all.
(70 words)
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where we are challenged to write a poem or piece of prose using the word “ineffable” in exactly 70 words.
This, That, and the Other 
Poor guy.
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I just gave you a shoutout in my hot-off-my-computer post for all your work in responding to these little prompts.
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As I said on your post, congratulations and thanks!
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I feel for the guy! A well written story!
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Thank you, Sadje.
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A pleasure!
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Love is blind and often times love is pretty stupid too. Good piece!
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