Remembering to Smile

By: Melissa Ratliff

The afternoon was cool and crisp, as I walked with my hands in my pockets, shoulders hunched, and my eyes glued to the ground. Inside I felt as fractured as the cracks that ran across the gray concrete. My mind kept replaying the morning’s meeting, each time with a different version of what I should have said. Passing the park, a gasp and a giggle drew me out of my thoughts. Looking to the left I watched as a single bubble floated towards the sky. The swirling colors drew the first smile to my face in a long, long time.

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