In the ice house he didn’t even hear the bomb.
Outside billions of bugs worked millions of flesh piles. For the first time he’s glad his mothr and sister are dead and buried.
His bad teeth slipped down as a problem, now looking hard for a girl became his aim.
The above story is a part/preview of the story ‘Teeth’ that can be found at this address: http://unsightlyteeth.wordpress.com
To contact the author his address is: rcates2@cox.net or write him at 121 NE 13th Ave. Ocala, Florida 34470 Fax: 1-352-629-1573
