Friday Fictioneers: T is for Teeth

  “There!” Jay pointed. “I didn’t see. What color?” Evan scanned the sky. “White. We gotta go!” “Wait, two white means all clear. One means we’re surrounded. Stay down.” “You weren’t even paying attention. You were staring at Kathy. Again.” “I can’t help it. She has beautiful teeth. But I’m sure about what I heard.”…