Missing Teeth

– Originally published March 25, 2011, on “Flashshot.”

Cofton looked up and saw rows of jagged teeth approaching rapidly. They were off-white, kind of like the carpet in his mother’s house, only slightly bloodstained.

Well, shit, he thought. Of course, I’d get eaten. Why does this crap always happen to me? God, I just hope I miss all those damn teeth.

There was a whooshing of air and then total darkness. Luckily, the huge teeth — each taller than a car standing on end — missed entirely, but he was soaked in warm saliva that stunk of corpses.

“If it’s not one thing…” he said, irritated, as the massive tongue flicked him downward.

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