A Lost Smile


By Isabelle Andres

She sits quietly just like she always does. But today as her train reaches its next stop, he steps in, sees her, and smiles. She so wants to smile, yet her lips remain locked. He may talk to her. It would be magical for a little while, but all too soon the bitter end would spark.

His beautiful smile persisted until the following stop. His stop.

She sits quietly, but his absence now intoxicates her mind. She should have smiled. This could have been that one time it never died down.

11 thoughts on “A Lost Smile

  1. “…but all too soon the bitter end would spark.” How often we convince ourselves of this to avoid taking a chance. To stay in the fear instead of risking. What she will eventually realize is that the risk is what brings life into the light. Beautiful piece — thank you for sharing!

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  2. I need you to paint a better picture. Is she sitting by the window? What is she wearing? Does she have glasses? Is she reading a book? Does he enter the compartment and sit next to her or across from her. Does he notice the book she is reading, and then does he look quickly into her eyes and smile? Are words spoken? What if this event was seen by a third party. What would they see and hear?

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    1. Thank you so much for such an exciting comment. It surely got the writer in me intrigued and determined to further describe their encounter. I can see it shaping itself in my mind already. Thank you.


    1. Thank you so much for sharing your story Alex. I am so happy that such moment was not the defining one for you and that you met your boyfriend. Who knows, she might too meet her very own star.

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