Organically Grown Smile: Flash Fiction ©️Dawn Minott

On By Dawn MinottIn Prose

She disembarked the express train at Grand Central Station, fresh from one appointment and with exactly ten minutes to get to the next — a ten-minute walk away. Which meant she’d be either perfectly on time or inevitably late.

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She puts on her “don’t talk to me” face — the commuter’s shield — and dove into the current of bodies, weaving through crowds, dodging subway detours, blinders on, purpose clear.

At the top of the stairs, just before the turnstile, she saw him.

Tall. Sharp. Walking with intention. Right toward her.

But with her game face on and a schedule to keep, she didn’t slow down — until his voice cut through the noise.

“I need help—”

She froze.

Her mind spun into its usual fast math: Help him? Keep moving? Hmm… he’s kinda cute…

She turned. Met his eyes.

Oh. He IS cute.

He repeated, “I need help finding an organic…”

Organic what? Store? Juice bar? Directions? Oh God, I’m terrible with directions…

“…growing smile.”

Wait—what?

Oh no, he didn’t.
Oh but, he did!

Her mouth rebelled first. A corner twitched. Then lifted. First the smile, then came the laugh — full-bodied, gut-deep, unstoppable — bursting out amid the rhythm and rush of Grand Central.

He’d found what he was looking for.

When her laughter ebbed, she tilted her head, amused. “Good one. Organic.”

Turned out, he was selling something.

Of course he was.

Still — what a pitch, uh?!

She walked on, whispering, “You gotta give a brother credit.”

Late to her appointment.
But with an organically grown smile.

First published 3 May 2021
Republished 2025 All Rights Reserved

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