Hide Behind A Smile Novels & Stories

No more hiding. *****************************************

“He is his mother’s copy! They have the same nose and smile!” Wearing a beaming smile, Travis whispered as he put the photograph back in its original place. “Always wore a smile and hid everything behind its perfect posture.” Travis thought to himself while his eyes were inspecting the apartment. The dim light flickered every now and then, softly making Travis's heart overwhelmed by an aura of grey.

His gaze was void of any sparkle, it was rather lackluster. Of course, he concealed it expertly with his cheeky smile. ‘One step closer now.’

The person's sinister smile was the only thing seen before disappearing back in the shadows, not wanting to disclose its presence to the two. TBC... Who was it

I adjusted uncomfortably in my seat, pouting slightly. His eyes narrowed and I quickly smiled at him. “since we're not hiding, might as well put on a smile. People are beginning to look” I whispered, smiling at him. “I don't have to smile, Miss Thompson. I'm not quite known for…smiling. I have a reputation to protect anyways…” he said casually, sipping the cup of iced Americano on the table. People were indeed beginning to look and I could hear the distant flashes of the phones in the background.

said Val pouting making Jack gasp. “Really!!!” “Are these…” Val nodded her head pinching his cheeks and bit his nose. “Yes hubby, these are the shells you gave me on the beach during our first shoot” said Val giggling like a kid. “How come I never knew about them?” asked Jack amused His Vanilla is really good at hiding things. She hid his notes, handcuffs and pregnancy and now seashells he gave her years ago. She even made them into accessories. “I don’t want you to gloat about my feelings for you. I hid them with my jewelry. I just want to remember our moments, so I made these. Do you like them?”

With a smile. ____

I said. She swallowed. “You keep telling me to hide like I’m shameful.” “You’re combustible,” I answered. “There’s a difference.” Town sat close enough to pretend it didn’t matter. I took the long route anyway, cutting through service roads, checking mirrors. Mara stared out the window like she was counting turns. “You’re mapping,” I said. “I’m breathing,” she answered. I parked behind an abandoned feed store at the edge of town. Headlights off. Engine running. Across the lot sat a dark truck with blacked-out windows and no front plate. County didn’t run without plates.

“No more hiding.” He smiled. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m not letting you run again.”

Not the smile he’d worn for cameras. Not the confident grin everyone else knew. This one belonged only to me. I walked over. “What was so important?” Instead of answering… He held something behind his back. My eyebrows lifted. “Logan.” “What?” “You’re smiling.” “I know.” “What are you hiding?” “Nothing.” “Liar.” “I learned from the best.” I folded my arms. “You’ve got exactly five seconds.” He laughed. “Okay.” Slowly… He brought one hand forward. Not flowers.