Maddie Farrell
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A Metamorphosis
It happened bit by bit, and then all at once. She first noticed the change on Monday morning when she was brushing her teeth and the plastic bristles scraped against something hard, slippery and distinctly un-toothlike. Little Mila frowned, touching the tip of her tongue to where her molar once was, and felt a cold wet stone. Hooking her finger into her mouth, she pulled her cheek back and peered at the rock in the mirror. It looked like a diamond or a sort of crystal, roughly shaped like a tooth, dimly reflecting the bathroom light. She pinched it between her thumb and forefinger, trying to wobble it, but the rock was firmly embedded in her gums. That same morning, as she brushed her hair, she noticed a few wiry strands of gold sprouting from her head, glowing among her mousy brown locks. She couldn’t pluck those out either. This was the beginning of a metamorphosis.
By Maddie Farrell3 years ago in Futurism