The jar smashed. Glass scattered across the floor with the leaves and twigs and the carcasses of old bugs. The dirt that had been in the jar plumed in the small space, revealing what had also been in the jar.

Teeth.

Flat teeth, sharp teeth, hollow teeth, teeth with holes, gold teeth, black teeth...


Maurice's face appeared around the door frame. "If you die in there I'm not coming in after you!"