Tooth Decay

Jake was the sweet one, soft-fingered and summer-haired. Jeremy was the smart one, easy authority and a Gibson guitar. Both turned toward her at the cowboy dance under the desert stars. Drinking Coors out of keg cups, they touched their hats. The city girl blushed, thrilled down to her new Justin boots. She walked over to the women—talking home-schooling and layer cakes—to ask Sandy which one since she couldn’t decide. Sandy smiled and commiserated, then left to find a cake knife. When she turned around again, Jake was dancing with Sandy. And Jeremy, she noticed, had crooked teeth.

Photo Credit: Mike Minuto

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