If only smiles were contagious

There's a place a few miles after the fork in the road on 450 N. That's where my mind was.

It is eleven o’ clock a.m. and there’s nothing between her face and that
sun but the atmosphere at bay that envelops her whole being. It is a
beautiful summer morning for her to enjoy all by herself. There is only
war where chaos lies, and she was far enough away from the city lines to
feel altogether alone, and at her very best, and bravest, and
prettiest. The mid day sun, entwining with her cells, warming every inch
of her. The breeze was bitter, but it felt good flowing through her
hair. The high skies shifted the wind at a fluent rhythm today, nearly
liquid like, and she soaked it all up, smiling all the way as she
thought to herself “if only smiles were contagious..”. Yes, her mind
always set on a binge of mellifluous considerations. She would frolic if
only she was ever taught how to. A stretch of concrete too long to see
any end, she only walks, she only breathes, and she only thinks “if only
smiles were contagious..” This road hadn’t been traveled in days, she
could smell it. If her daddy ever taught her anything, it was the
tormenting smell of rubber hitting the road. She’d lost her shoes a few
miles back, but didn’t mind at all. Out here there were no boys to break
her heart, and no bills to break her bank, bare feet seemed suitable.
Without a care in the world or a worry in sight, she reveled in her
abeyance of the sweet sounds of nothing streaming all around her. She
thought about that boy for just a moment, but her imagination shooed him
away, saying “you get outta’ here now boy, you ain’t no good.”Her heart
has no room anyways, but she can always convince herself that it does.
 There’s room for anyone who seeks what she bears, always. She closes
her eyes and she can smell the ocean; she can feel the sand between her
toes and oh, if only smiles were contagious. No need for a radio, the
music flowed through her veins, and her voice was admirable. The bravado
such a quiet girl could make, magnificently resplendent. Time, time,
time, time, it doesn’t matter. On days like these, time has no
significance to what’s main-stream in her freedom-infatuated mind. She’s
wasted on wonder, and she’s never had a better high. And if you only
love her, she will make you a star in her own universe, because special
is an idea she grasps all too well. She closes her eyes, and there is
gold falling from the ceiling of this world. She gave out an electric
sort of giggle when she thought back to the time her mother looked her
in the eyes and said “money isn’t real.” But her heart grew deep,
because she knew how true that was. She would frolic if only she was
ever taught how to. She opens her eyes, and suddenly darkness threatens
her peace. It was the world, but it was her world; for her to enjoy all
by herself. Far enough away from the city lines for her feel altogether
alone, and at her very best, and bravest, and prettiest. She prepares to
say good-bye to the world she’ll meet again, and she only walks, she
only breathes, and she only thinks “if only smiles were contagious..”

Reviews

[Saylormade07]

I got lost in this one

[Lina Grey]

A wonderful little story. I like your use of imagery and your creative ideas. Thank you.

[Epipsychologist]

I really like the your rhythm and descriptive ability. You also have an attention for ideas, which I think elevates the meaning of this story/prose poem.

[John F Carver]

It's really a poem isn't it. I like the thought of her building her own universe.

[Coyote Poetry]

The ending made this entertaining story complete. I like the thoughts and situations in this short story. Thank you for sharing the excellent story.
Coyote