Perfect Teeth
John walks through our door, grinning through his perfect teeth.
Read MoreJohn walks through our door, grinning through his perfect teeth.
Read MoreI’m the second, the Las Vegas wife, as his KU friends call me.
Read MoreThe mirage of this afternoon has evaporated along with my husband and his new blue Cadillac.
Read MoreI think Skip likes easy, sparkly women.
Read MoreI find the camera and snap a picture of John, capturing the easy, happy moment, as a souvenir.
Read MoreThe incantation of the judge, falling sweetly to the tanned downy ears of the…
Read More“Now, excuse me, but how bloody amorphous is all that? It’s like Wheel of Fortune Murder Edition.” I finish my third glass of…
Read MoreAlso realizing that redundancy will certainly weaken his spell.
Read MoreHis sharpest dagger, forgotten in its sheath.
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