Smile (Flash Fiction)

A pretty lady always knows how to smile. (Flash Fiction)

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“Smile,” he says.

I turn from my hunt to see him, to meet his slime-slick gaze, his smile dripping with the ill anticipation that comes from a sadistic dressing-down.

“What was that?” I say, sweet as deep roots.

“Smile,” he repeats, leaning in, arms crossed and eyes glinting. “It’s polite. People will like you more if you smile.”