From across the smoky, stinky inn, his tooth spoke your name. The glint caught your eye and somehow your ear.
As from a fairytale, he was. All boils, bones and beady eyes, but with one beautiful gold tooth. It sang to you like a siren, like a bell rung slowly. Approaching him, he turned his twisted back to you, hiding his face and his gnarly mouth. "Step back" he hissed. "Easy, Friend. I wish you no ill’, you tried to calm him. "I’m no fool - I can see it in your eye. In the that foamy spittle by your mouth - ye want me lucky tooth!" It reminded you of a most glorious fabric. A Gold Seashell you once saw in the showroom of Beggars Run - a linen blend - breathable yet robust enough for more formal occasions under the sun. You place your hand on his bent shoulder. "Be at ease. Be at ease…my friend" you cooed. Slowly he turns his face towards you. "I’ve seen your look before…" Mid sentence, you snatch his tooth between your thumb and forefinger and yank!
"Arggggh" A small spray of blood and you had your prize. Shoving him to the floor, you dashed out on to the cobbled street - gulping in the air. What a boon!
Down a dark alley, you inspect your booty. Your heart sinks.
Again, you realise this gold is NO substitute for the GLORY of that cloth. That gold seashell.
- Cloth by W.Bill
- Linen Blend
- Horn buttons
- Viscose/acetate lining
- Dry clean only