SMILE

 

His smile phased in and out like the sun struggling to be seen and heard beyond the clouds. They weren't mood smiles. He wasn't in a temperamental playground. They were more like memory smiles than anything. A praised moment, then gone; a praised moment, then gone; a praised moment... you get the idea. He shrugged. Perhaps that's all life really was, a series of smiley moments, a sequence of smiley dots. Some had lots, some had few, most of us had a fair number. Join them up and you have a life lived. But who focuses on the smiles? Not many. It was all failures, disappointments, wrong turns, disasters. He sighed. People are just so full of shit, literally. He got back to his sequence of smiles.