Red Recondite

I brushed my teeth, trying to scrub away fifteen-years of nicotine stains. I wondered why I bothered… why not let cavities eat away through my canines and molars leaving my gums in peace. With dentures, I could just pop in a new pair and have teeth that did not resemble corn. No more avoiding special toothpaste, white strips, and dental appointments. It’d certainly be better than this daily grudge. Read the rest of this entry »

A bead of sweat shook free from David’s eyebrow, splashing through his mustache. He savored the salty drip as it mixed with the blood in his mouth. His footsteps thudded through the concrete.

“Can you slow down a bit?” Read the rest of this entry »