The smile that launched a thousand ships
Written by: Kits
Or did it? I always thought her smile was somewhat half-done as if she hid herself behind it. Her hair blonde, (sometimes I thought peroxide) used to fly in the cool summer breeze. Her dresses were always summery, flirting at the knees. She used to walk with a stride, semi-confident as if waiting for the cruel cruel world to strike its blow.
She and me, we had been together awhile. I had thought about growing old with her but the idea just wasn’t catching on too much. My mind said one thing and my body something else altogether. I liked her but not enough.
She never asked though, I’ll give her that. Just smiled that smile of hers with her teeth glinting white making my heart shift uncomfortably.
Then one day, I walked back to an empty house. All her belongings gone.
The new one, she is brunette and smiles like she owns the world. She wears flashy red mini-skirts and tube tops. She walks with a stride so confident, everyone turns around and stares.
I have a problem though – the memory of that smile still lingers occasionally….