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Smile

“What’s wrong with your face?” he asked. This was in January. I had been at the bar less than ten minutes. My hair was down and my makeup was fierce. I had walked in wearing the confidence of a vintage leather jacket. I was still waiting to order my drink from the bar. I heard this same question repeated twice when I finally realized it was being directed towards me. Once I had to look his way, he proceeded to ask me why I was wearing such a mean look on my face. The only thing I could think of to say was because he was talking to me. Where the hell is my tequila and soda? I thought. For a minute this man had nothing to say. I finally got my drink, drank half and ordered another. “I was just trying to make conversation,” he said. I was still standing at the bar and beginning to feel a fever building through my body. I had to wonder where his parents had gone wrong. Or was it catholic school? I wondered why he decided not to go with the standard and unoriginal invitation of let…

Two Drifters

I almost remember the smell of that fall evening. We were walking in the gravel along the train tracks, figuring out how to be around one another. I was wearing the kind of sandals that left my toes exposed. Mostly, I kept my eyes toward the gravel to make sure I avoided any sizeable rocks. On the other hand, if I looked up I would remember why we were together again. He and I were two drifters walking through the fresh, virginal air of an October sky. As we began to turn away from the tracks, I became lost in the glow of houses. I shifted my eyes upward as we merged onto the sidewalk of the neighborhood and let my feet swim in the crunch of fallen leaves. This neighborhood was known for their decorations beyond the cobwebs. I felt like a ghost walking with mannequins through a haunted mall surrounded by Styrofoam graveyards. As we came across a house with a skeleton riding a motorcycle, he stopped. I stopped too. He began talking with the man who presumably lived in this oversaturated …