Smile

He envied the smile that filled her face as she danced across the wooden stage. Their father had slapped it from him long ago, for the face of a man should not wear something so revealing.

It only dared trespass in the shadows where he stood watching her body spin, her fingers fluttering like moths and her shoulders thrown back in grandeur as she danced. He watched, a boy with control, dense and heavy. His face like a machete wielded force with a power inverse to hers. But for a moment it gleamed in the sunlight she cast his way.