Friday 23 September 2011

'Teeth' - published in New Linear Perspectives


He couldn’t stop thinking about her. He could see her now – in the picture he carried around in his head she was happy, smiling. What a smile. The girl with the perfect teeth, that’s what he’d started calling her. She seemed to like it, it made her laugh. He wanted to talk to her, but there was no phone in his dad’s house. There never had been. He thought about her all the time. Of course he did. He loved her. She had saved his life. Okay, maybe that was going a bit far, but they only had so much time left. Their days were numbered. He was leaving, and she still had three years to go. Neither of them had mentioned the future. Why talk about something that doesn’t exist? They knew it was coming to an end. It had to...

To read the rest of the story, go to the page in New Linear Perspectives

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