Short Story: Smile

One day, I walked down the sidewalk minding my business when a man came from the other direction on the same side of the  

With beady eyes, he looked at me like he was crazy, so I looked at him with the same intensity and energy.

As we got closer, the stares grew deeper. Suddenly, he stopped, and in a raspy voice said:

“You too pretty to be walking around looking mean.”

I snarled, and wanted to say something back but, his upper lip grabbed my attention, where his mustache sat, and a slimy green booger was stuck in his hair.

I looked him in the eyes and grew a smile so hard and wide as I walked away and didn’t mutter a word.

I’m sure he didn’t have a problem making women laugh for the rest of the day since he wants them to smile so badly.

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