magpie tales: malice

shck. shck. shk. quick even strokes, bristles held at a forty-five degree angle, three teeth at a time, he slowly works his way around, polishing them to shine. admiring the smile, he unwinds eighteen inches of floss from the spool, twining it around his forefingers. he is old fashioned this way, none of the dentapiks that already have the floss strung between plastic fingers. that is too impersonal.

inserting the floss between two teeth, he moves it up and down, careful not to damage the gums. again he works his way around the mouth, ensuring meticulously that stray food particles and plaque are removed from the recesses.

perfection takes time, and as each minute goes by, another tooth complete, he feels his anticipation building. heart fluttering, he is nearly panting when with a great sigh he carefully removes the floss, discarding it into a disposable bag.

"you really should take better care of your teeth, my dear. the one small cavity is still in your mandibular molar. if only you had kept your appointment to get it fixed, your smile would be perfect."

pushing his thumbs into the soft flesh of her cheeks, he forces her mouth into a wide lopsided smile, before gently kissing her. pushing his tongue passed her thick lips, he traces the now smooth even surface of her teeth. a moan escapes from him as his excitement reaches a crescendo.

this is a new boldness that will ultimately lead them to him, but he anticipates that. honestly he desires it more than anything. removing a fresh new toothbrush from his bag, he places it in the hollow between his victims already cooling breasts; his calling card.

"yes. soon they will no longer call me Tooth Fairy, the moniker that the imbecile reporter gave me, but my given name, Dr. Henry Malice, DDS", he muses, "Or maybe just Dr. Malice."

catching the light switch with his latex covered finger on the way out of the door, he heads home to get some rest, before early appointments with patients. perhaps they will keep their appointments, so he would not have to do this again.

This is Magpie Tale.

Author's Note: This is obviously fiction, except that my dentist, growing up, was named Dr. Malice, which always seemed an ironic name for a dentist. Dentists have to be about the scariest thing in the world. Or maybe that's just me. Make sure you brush those teeth...smiles.