Smiley watches from atop the wall.
Jagged teeth, black and cracked give him his name. Teeth that rise from that dark mouth like tombstones in a graveyard.
Smiley knows where each small dead thing goes.
Of course he knows; he eats them.
This entry was posted on June 24, 2014 by Arlock-Writes. It was filed under The Unseen World and was tagged with characters, gargoyles, original content, profile, VERY short story, writing.
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