Covered in dirt, covered in mud, covered in whatever that gravel had soaked up in lust. I was mad. I was tired. I was miserable. All this I had done for her, yet I still had not seen her beautiful smile.
The sun shined down hard, urging the sweat out of my brows. My shirt, covered in mud, hung down wet and clumpy and dry.
Worst of all hung down my heart. Squeezed and wrenched from its snuggly fit home, I felt it heavy thumping with haste, a deep wet lump swelling up my throat.
My lips quivered and my eyes watered. Staring at my feet I saw my legs stop going. I stood there on the gravel path, and no longer was I walking behind the girl who lost her smile.
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The Girl Who Lost Her Smile
Short StoryOnce upon a time, long long ago, I met a girl who had lost her smile. "Where is your smile?" I asked. She did not answer. "Are you sad?" I asked. Yet, she did not answer. "Why do you not answer?" I asked. Once again, she did not answer. She ignor...
