Him

Who is he? Ask it. Ask that question. Out loud, but quietly, so as not to alert any nearby bees. Are there bees nearby? Are they with him? Who is he?

Has he come for the teeth? You can’t be sure. You can never be sure, not because it is unknowable, but because it is forbidden. Many things are forbidden. He is forbidden. He wants your teeth. Take them with you. Hide them. Take them to the place to where you know you must go. Hide them there. Hide them from him.

Cover the teeth with blood. Not your own. Different blood. So that he can not smell them. Fill them with a riddle. Do not let him watch you. Surround them with a puzzle. Do not let him watch you.

It has been two days. It should not have been two days. He has taken more from you than you feared he would. Is there more he would steal? It is too late for you to find out. There is only waiting now. Waiting for an answer. An answer that may not come. An answer you might already know. That might be forbidden. That will not save you.

Who is he?