Countdown
At midnight his teeth fell out. They did every year, clattering into his champagne glass. New ones pushed through by dawn, sharper than before. He'd stopped counting how many rows deep they went. His smile no longer fit his face.
At midnight his teeth fell out. They did every year, clattering into his champagne glass. New ones pushed through by dawn, sharper than before. He'd stopped counting how many rows deep they went. His smile no longer fit his face.