He had a way of not quite smiling. He smiled, but not quite. And then there were his teeth. It was probably best, in the end, that he never quite smiled. Women talked to him, but he never seemed to know what to say to them. In any case, rarely did either party profit from these exchanges. For a while he affected a sort of deliberate remove from the others, but most nearly everyone could see it for what it really was: him fleeing from them in fright. Stranger people have existed, surely, and more interesting people, and I only bother to mention this person because I knew him once, and I realized just a moment ago that I no longer know him at all.
7 years ago