Tuesday, November 22, 2011


(The story below is restricted to 420 characters including spaces and punctuation).

Jeremy bucked the line to the disgruntlement of seven customers. He smiled like a snake at the young woman behind the window. She told him he was a skunk and must go to the back of the line. He told her to meet him out back in half an hour. Thirty minutes later, Jeremy and the clerk were licking their lips, looking all around and grinning to show yellowish teeth as they traded baseball cards behind the rank dumpster.