Eugene’s lips tilted to the side with a juicy twitch, his teeth opening and chomping as if on an invisible cigar. The stale scent of tobacco, sweat, and moonshine hovered around the spot he stood. He rubbed his meaty hands together, stained slightly with yellow. Now Pete wondered if those stains were caused by nicotine [...]
Posted on August 31st, 2009 by Tobias
Filed under: Francisco's Journey, Writing | 9 Comments »
