The smile hung in the air, suspended in perfect stillness about five feet above the ground, teeth bared and slightly upturned as if in joyous rapture. The child curled up tighter, pulled the blanket up further and tried to cry quieter as if any of this would help.
Slowly the smile tilted to the right, then the left before the lips closed and it began to sing.
Slowly the child stopped crying, stopped trying to hide.
Stopped breathing.
They'd be found in the morning, stone cold dead and smooth skin where their mouth should have been.
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