by Jackson Ferrell
From behind the Burger King register, Bill stares up at the man. Yellow-and-red jumpsuit, red-striped sleeves, puffy red hair. He sounds tired when he orders. "Whopper combo. With coffee, please." He passes Bill his credit card.
Sha-shuck. Bill reads the name on the card. R McDonald.
Bill pinches himself. He's still there.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
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