He couldn’t help but clean his teeth at his desk with a straightened paperclip, not even realizing he was doing it, soothed by the addictive scraping, unaware of those watching him. A nickname that stuck for years after, the grooves still in his enamel.… more
Writer: M.C. Schmidt
Visitations
FICTION by M.C. SchmidtIt occurred to him to kiss her on her sleeping check, but he couldn’t shake the thought that the gloss of vodka on his lips would leave a permanent sanitized mark, a bleached, diamond-shaped tag that would mar her face for life. So he closed her door and stumbled down the hall to the kitchen to top himself off.… more
