Homer Slow Smile Novels & Stories

The foreman complained, though he never lost his smile. “I don't snore, I just breathe hard,” Was Jacob's reply, but as he walked next to me, I noticed he was smiling too. And that made me happy. Almost two weeks had passed since we first made love, and let me tell you, the changes had been instant and remarkable. Really remarkable. It was amazing what some sex could do to a person. Of course, I wasn't just referring to Jacob―though the workers celebrated the boss’ mood change―I was also referring to me.

Dad and I moved out of our old home overnight. I also changed my number and found a new job as a waitress in a cafe. One afternoon, I was wiping glasses behind the counter. There weren't many customers in the cafe that day. The windchime on the door suddenly tinkled. Reflexively, I lifted my head and said, "Welcome." The glass slipped from my hands when I got a good look at the newcomers. It fell to the floor and shattered into a million pieces.

Jacob walked behind me, his own eyes cast down, thinking about what lay beneath the mystery of my smile. Smiling gently, lips in a sweet curve, I walked alongside Jacob. My smile was the slow and deliberate kind, a slow smile spreading across my face like a sunrise sweeps across the sky. But Jacob had no idea why I smiled; the satisfaction and control I felt surged through my veins. He looked at me, seeking my eyes for an answer, but I simply continued smiling back in amusement with a glint in my eyes, savoring the moment.

I smiled faintly and served myself, cutting through the silence as though it didn’t choke the room. Mrs Smith finally broke. "So, homewrecker," she said, her tone sugar and venom, "when do you plan on doing the right thing?" A small laugh escaped me before I could stop it. "Mrs Smith, you do know how to make a good joke." "Did you hear anyone laughing?" she pressed.

“Really.” His smile was slow, radiant, like I’d handed him the world.

I smiled. The End

I go back a few seconds again and change the settings to an even slower speed before I hit play. A smile slowly spreads across my face as I see exactly what he saw. It is a flash.

"I know I told you the last time that we spoke that I'd stop trying to convince you to move on, but listening to your conversation, I can confidently say that you like that person. The smile you had on your face all through the conversation proved it." Zynah shook her head, denial coursing through her like a rapid current. "It was because he was saying funny things. Anyone would laugh." "You weren't laughing though, you were smiling," Mrs. Hafsa gently countered. "More like blushing." "That's not true," Zynah swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. "It's not. I don't love him."

I repeated. His lips curved into a slow, breath-taking smile.

“Together?” I smiled slowly. “Together.”