T. C. Jones — The Monarch Review
Brand New Pearly Whites – T.C. Jones
Tuesday, November 6, 2012 12:41 — 0 Comments
Can #1 His mouth is dry, always dry. Gritty, lacking the needed saliva, like eating sand. Jerry Donaldson, a fierce and lonely middle aged man with pallid bloodshot eyes and the creased face of a factory worker, shifts his rusty pick-up truck into park and almost forgets to take the keys from the ignition as he rushes to open the door. The Wal-Mart parking lot is deserted in the late hours of the sultry summer night except for a handful of vehicles near the entrance and an obese woman, well over two hundred pounds, pushing her cart and wearing a […]
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