– 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.