Glint

Glint

She opened her mouth in a smile and her
brace was a silvery multiplex showing my
face. Walking towards me, a swing of the
hip, a peach-and cream cheek and a plum-

pudding lip, she parted the lips in a strawberry
grin, a dazzle of white with a twinkle of tin; as
she passed I could not help but watch her
retreat, no glint in her eye but a glint in her teeth.