Cab driver; New York; horror
Bhatal pulled his cab into the parking lot and sighed. Another shift, another bunch of New York’s crazies. He cricked his neck and swept up the debris of his day. Dumping all bar his flask in the trash he opened the back and began the odious task of cleaning out his passengers’ detritus. It took maybe a minute for him to find them, just under the front seat: a set of dentures, beautifully white. He tried to recall a passenger who might have needed them but drew a blank. If the office had been open, he’d have dropped them off; he’d do it first thing.
Conrad searched his bag frantically; she’d be back in from the cloakroom momentarily and if he wasn’t prepared he didn’t know what he’d do. He couldn’t let her get away. The boss would never forgive him. She was a carefully selected mark, rich, not likely to be much missed and the perfect age. How the hell had he lost his teeth?
Mimi stood next to Bhatal as he shovelled in his food; he was always starving after a shift. He worked so hard for her and the kids, it was the least she could do. ‘So how was the day? Any stories?’
By way of an answer he pointed at his bag; she fished inside and soon found the dentures. Bhatal managed to say between mouthfuls, ‘Passenger left them.’
Mini held them up; there was something unusual about the teeth, a glow. She had this overwhelming urge to slip them over her own.
Bhatal wiped his mouth. “How does someone lose their teeth. I…’ He never finished as Mini buried her newly installed canines into the soft flesh of his neck feasting on his blood. The look of horror in her eyes mirrored his own.
This comes from a prompt at Microcosms