Teeth. Lips. A face. Maybe.
It was hard to tell in the darkness.
They definitely had teeth. She could see those clearly.
Biters. That’s what they were calling them on social media.
No one knew where they came from. They just appeared one night, in the darkness. They appeared at the back of cupboards, in the corners of unused rooms, underneath children’s beds. Sometimes they appeared outdoors in the darkest parts of unlit streets.
Teeth, surrounded by something that could be a face. Or maybe nothing at all.
Teeth that seemed to float in the darkness. Grinning. Always grinning.
I wrote this for the Daily Prompt: Bitter, but I misread the prompt – I thought it said biter. Might be time to get some reading glasses.