Tooth Fairy
April 30th, 2009 by Jenny Crimp
My dad is giving me a ride home, when Devin calls him on his cell phone. From eavesdropping on the conversation I learn that for the past six months my childhood friend has been working for my parents without my knowledge. I have been really out of touch.
Home is more like some dotted lines and implied walls over a bare patch of dirt. It shouldn’t be surprising that a stranger should find his way inside, but the mostly toothless, heavily-bearded and incredibly creepy truck driver scares the shit out of me when I turn around and he’s coming out from behind the curtains in the living room. I tell him to leave and he doesn’t move. My dad is still there, but he won’t pay attention to me. Creepy truck driver sits on the floor next to me as I pack my things (I’m moving out or traveling, maybe this is why my house no longer has walls). He reaches out and sneakily snatches some small item, like my hairbrush, and replaces it with a bag of plastic cup lids. I tell him I don’t want his lids, give me my brush back. He doesn’t want the lids back; it was a trade. I see that he’s hidden my brush in his shirt pocket, and I reach out and snatch it as I shove the lids into his hand. He caresses my hand as I pull it away. I yell, “I don’t want to trade!” and get up to shoo him out the door, but he’s already traded my toothbrush for something else of his, like an old air freshener, and I know I can’t just steal my toothbrush back because it was a trade, so I have to find a way to get the air freshener back on his person while simultaneously reclaiming my toothbrush. Again, he caresses my arm, I jump away and open the door, but he’s already claimed something else of mine, and hidden the thing he replaced it with. I have to hunt down his deposited items and finally just scream, “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” and shove him out the door. He makes sure to stand in the doorway long enough so that Gingermoss, my kitten, can escape, and then vanishes. I know he’s up to something malicious, and when I run after Gingermoss, I trip over something. It is my phone, which he had stolen, but cleverly deposited for me to find. I run down into my parents’ yard, and continue across the street. Just then I get a phone call from an unfamiliar number and answer.
He speaks over the phone, “Turn around.” I look back and see Gingermoss sprint from under the tree. He is concealed underneath.
“What did you do to her?!” I yell, “What did you do?”
He replies, “I just wanted some of her teeth.”
“How many did you take!?” I demand.
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