the short story project


Kathryn Manz


So large they stretched over his mouth.

It must have been the noises…or the smell of the dirty dogs that made his head snap back and his body convulse. He moved uncontrollably like that on the floor and the dogs even backed away from the scene.

When his mama pulled him into her lap and gently moved his swaying head outward to settle down her child’s grand Mal seizure, only his teeth were visible. They stretched out his mouth, eating his face. 

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