Rot: Part 2 - The Tooth Hurts

By Aidan J. Reid

The Fairy Godmother needs a hitman.

She thinks she's found the right guy. Ray Jones- a recent convict and tooth fairy thief.

Unfortunately for her, he's got other ideas.

(7,500 words)

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THE ROT COLLECTION
Part 1: Origin of the Feces
Part 2: The Tooth Hurts
Part 3: Flossed and Found
Part 4: Plaque to the Future
Part 5: Gum but not Forgotten
Part 6: Filling Time

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aidan J. Reid
• Release date: Mar 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463086469

Aidan J. Reid

AIDAN J. REID is a writer originally from Cloughmills, Northern Ireland.He has written four novels:PATHFINDERS - (sci-fi)The Tom Regan thrillers, SIGIL and YAGERAISING LAZARUS - (suspense)He has also written several short stories and is most proud of the ROT collection, which tells the story of a rogue tooth fairy who pulls teeth out of the mouths of kids for a tidy profit.You can find out more on aidanjreid.com, follow him @aidanjreid or get a bunch of free goodies by following his newsletter - http://eepurl.com/c7ffO9

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Part 2: The Tooth Hurts

Aidan J. Reid

Part 2: The Tooth Hurts

by Aidan J. Reid

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Part 2: The Tooth Hurts

Within the space of ten minutes I go from starin’ down into a pit of death to sippin’ on a glass of wine. Least I think it’s wine. I stopped drinkin’ it years ago. Damn stuff always gives me the shits. I ain’t gonna refuse though. Not from the Fairy G. No sirree.

So, I’m sittin’ in this big ass office. Top floor as well. She even had a special key card. ‘Spose when you’re the top dog, you get these priv’leges. Her office is cream white. The walls, floor, desk – even the padded leather seats. I feel like I’m stinking up the place just by bein’ there. Breathin’ her air.

She’s standing behind her desk, back to me, looking out a window. We’re pretty high up. Ten floors or so I reckon. She’s wearing a pink ballgown. I don’t even remember her changin’. Some of that fairy magic I guess. Neat trick. Wonder who does her dry cleanin’?

You think it odd – being here?

She doesn’t turn around. There’s a cactus on her table. It’s white too. Bulbous little thing like a hairy albino sack. I pour the rest of my wine into the top soil. She glances at me just as I lean back.

You think me odd – sparing your life?

Not at all. Great decision if you ask me.

She swallows her drink in one go. You would say that though.

No, no. Straight up. I think it showed real character, I say, laying it on thick. "Taking those teeth didn’t