"My Evil Tooth Fairy" A short Story by Osnar Chávez
Do not order it. Not the crunchy cookie for dessert. “The chocolate delight, please," she orders to the waitress. Shit! The date was going like a charm. Nod the waitress seconding my companion. I hide my concern. "Why that face?" Damn. She is very aware. "Let’s change it for the cake," she proposes condescendingly. She raises her hand to regain the waitress' attention. “Sorry. I just wouldn’t be able to taste it," I explain. A concern glance. Eventually she will find out. I remove my teeth. Grin with the single tooth that survives in my gums. She does not judge, just foresees a story. *** 1991. My mother inspected my elementary school graduation portrait with disappointment. Unbeatable hairstyle, shiny shoes, and wrinkle-free clothes like baby skin. Was my smile what originated her reaction, it showed off a hole. The void was not a molar that can be concealed on the sidelines, was in the foreground. I grinned at her. She despised my dental gap. ...