First, let me say this, loosing teeth was a nightmare for me as a child. I could not stand the feel of a wiggling tooth or pulling my tooth out. I managed to hide my ‘itfreaksmeout’ state when my own kids started losing their teeth. I still don’t like kids showing me their loose teeth.
It freaks me out.
The other part to this is: When my daughter was younger, she asked me about tooth fairies. I quickly made up a story that tooth fairies came to gather your baby teeth in order to replant them for the other children who didn’t have teeth yet.
So when I saw this week’s Five Sentence Fiction, Harvest, I remembered the story I told my daughter and played around with the idea a little.
Giggling and tittering, they wait for darkness to settle. Upon sounds of slumber, translucent, glittery wings wiggle, building momentum for flights designed with purpose. Silence stands in awe as they slip under pillows, careful not to disturb dreams of innocence. Choppy, bumpy landings spill the fruits of labor from bags as wingless gathers separate teeth into piles. Incisors, molars, and canines, neatly ground for tooth fairy fuel.