“Why do you do that?”
Morning sunlight peeked over the horizon, songbirds offered their first chirps. His voice cracked too loudly in the new day.
“What?” She stood, dusted debris off her tights, slipped her chalk into her dress pocket.
“Those stupid smiles. Why you gotta draw them everywhere?”
“When I was 7 my daddy killed my kitten,” she said. “Right in front of me he did.”
“That ain’t nothing worth smiling about.”
“Daddy’s gone now. You’re here and this wall is pink. Pink is my favorite color, you’re my favorite person, and there is always something to smile about.”
He shook his head, walked toward the office to pay. Her heart blossom with a brilliance to rival the rising sun.
In the car she took out her chalk, sketched a smile onto the dashboard and waited for him to take them home.
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