Dan says he likes my snaggletooth. I like him because he’s rotund and when he sleeps he looks like an armadillo.
“We can go wherever you want,” he says, but I want to stay at home in my yoga pants. My tooth has predictive powers: it aches before it rains.
Nicholas Cook’s fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in The Miscreant, New Flash Fiction Review, Camroc Press Review, and New World Writing. He lives in Texas.