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From The Dentist and The Toothfairy

As The Dentist pulled up to The Grand Winter Ball, two tall men in dark suits made haste to open the car doors. “They are waiting for you in the dining hall,” urged one of them politely, whisking The Dentist away.

Each year before the socializing and the dancing, the dictating gentry were invited to a private dinner. The Dentist’s attendance was especially regarded, his having played a critical role in the development of the land since his days as a young general.

And each year, after dinner had been consumed and discussions had concluded about what had been and would become, the men sat back to enjoy entertainment arranged especially for them.

As the lights dimmed, the dictating gentry could hear behind two closed doors the faint ringing of hypnotizing bells. The doors opened and seven temptresses from The Tribe of Dentalis appeared.

These were the temptresses who lived in the dark forests. There they ran the factories that produced all the tools required by the various practitioners of the land. The temptresses were seducers of minds who created anything by wielding their amorous powers over men and women. Their enchanting aura lured lost soles into the depths of the overbearing trees, where they cast spells with their captivating eyes and poetic tongues. These spells could only be broken when their quarries’ tasks were deemed complete.

The Dentist sat back to enjoy the show. One of the temptresses began to slowly curl her body in front of him. For a moment The Dentist allowed his eyes to escape past her, where he saw a shadow. But it wasn’t the temptress’s shadow. Instead, it was the shadow of a cloaked figure.

Startled and oddly shaken, The Dentist focused his attention back to the temptress.

Exactly two hours after he had been whisked to dinner, The Dentist appeared on the floor of the ballroom.

The Grand Winter Ball was already in full swing. The DJ invaded the ears of the guests with pulsing rhythms as the barmen poured exotic liquors into empty cups. The gaming tables were crowded with people throwing cards, dice, chips, and money. The dance floor was packed with undulating bodies.

The Dentist scanned the floor for his wife. Several minutes passed before he spotted her leaning against a pillar holding a drink. She was throwing her head back in laughter as a man whispered something in her ear.

The Dentist made his way over and placed his arm firmly around his wife’s waist.

“Mr. Colgate, this is my husband, The Dentist,” said The Hygienist politely.

Mr. Colgate tipped his head in acknowledgement.

The Dentist looked suspiciously upon a man he did not recognize. “I see you have met my wife.”

“She is the most captivating presence in the room,” Mr. Colgate said, his eyes returning to The Hygienist.

“Well, I thank you for keeping her company during my obligatory dinner.”

“Dinner comes once a year, but a beautiful woman like this only once in a lifetime,” replied Mr. Colgate. “You need to be careful how much time you spend in the circle of old men, because her company may be stolen for a lot longer next time.”

Mr. Colgate kissed The Hygienist’s hand and lingered over it. “I hope it is not an eternity until we meet again.”

Slowly he released her hand, then turned and strode away.

“Pay no attention to him,” said the Hygienist, an unbeknownst smile curling on her lips as she watched him fade into the crowd. “He’s probably had too many cocktails.”

“Much to your amusement, it seems,” said the Dentist.

The Hygienist glanced at her husband and became quickly severed from her odd feeling of elation. “Let’s check on Crown,” she said.

She put her arm around The Dentist and led him hurriedly towards the garden.

The Dentist and The Hygienist descended into a lush patch of greenery where a magician was entertaining the young children at The Ball. To neither The Dentist’s nor The Hygienist’s surprise, Crown was standing up front with the magician, helping him with a trick.

The Dentist laughed watching Crown jump in startlement as a white bunny leapt from his collar.

Briefly The Dentist glanced beyond his son to the green moonlit lawn of the garden floor, and saw a shadow. Except it wasn’t the shadow of Crown or the magician, but the shadow of a cloaked figure.

The Dentist quickly searched the area for evidence of a cloaked spectator, but couldn’t find one. He turned to ask his wife if she had seen what he had, but she was gazing lovingly at her son, laughing, so he decided not to.

The Dentist and The Hygienist returned to the ballroom. The remainder of the evening was spent catching up with old friends, making new acquaintances, and partaking in lighthearted merrymaking.

“One last dance, lovely lady?” The Dentist beseeched, sliding his hand around his wife’s waist and escorting her to the dance floor.

The Dentist and The Hygienist floated across the ballroom. They were an exquisite couple and pleasing to the eyes of all observers.

The Dentist buried his face in The Hygienist’s neck. “You have completed my life more than you will ever know.” He kissed her supple neck and slowly made his way to her tender mouth.

For an instant, his gaze drifted past his wife. On the wall he saw a shadow. Once again, it was the shadow of a cloaked figure.

The Dentist clutched his wife so suddenly she became worried.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

He caught his breath. “Nothing. It’s getting late—we had better get home.”

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The Dentist and The Toothfairy by Dorota Skrzypek.
Copyright 2005 by Dorota Skrzypek.
ISBN 0-9768869-0-1
All Rights Reserved.