“Just a routine cleaning today,” the hygienist said, adjusting the overhead light. “Open wide for me.”
Diane settled back in the chair as the familiar scraping began. The hygienist hummed softly, scraping away steadily.
“Lovely weather we’re having,” she chatted. “Perfect for the school holidays.”
Diane caught her reflection in the chrome light fitting and froze. Her teeth were different—sharper, longer, jutting at wild angles. She tried to speak but the suction tube muffled her panic.
“There we are,” the hygienist said, stepping back with satisfaction. “Your new teeth should settle in nicely.”
She smiled, revealing her own mouth lined with serrated incisors.
“Same time next month?”
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