THE SMILER

July 25, 2018

The smiler prowls the parking garage at noon. His pasted on smile, a rictus of hope deferred, causes all who see it to shrink away and scuttle to a position affording them at least one vehicle stationed as a buffer between viewer and smiler. The smiler smiles and exits the garage to be bathed in sunlight. The smiler smiles. Oh, he smiles. He knows. He smiles.

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