So, a backwards story is the prompt for today. A little strange, but let’s see what we can do with it.
A Change In Season
That was when the thaw came.
Fingers blue and black against the ice,
blood can freeze if you get it cold enough,
still just enough life to shiver,
teeth like tic-tacs rattling in a box,
the pin pricks of goosebumps,
one cool breeze to lift tiny hairs,
a chill along the spine,
clothes in a pile on the sand
legs bare to the winter sun,
footsteps towards the waves.
The sea takes bites out of the cliff-face each night.
Carol J Forrester - Writing and Works 
Fantastic, Carol. The teeth chattering like tic tacs in a box sent shivers down my spine…like fingernails down a chalkboard. I’ve had a life-long phobia of false teeth and that image seemed to press the same buttons… Ouch!
xx Rowena
Oh I am sorry. False teeth freak me out too, well anything mouth related really.
What a relief to meet another False teeth phobic. My husband thinks I’m crazy but it’s from being my grandmother’s teeth in a jar when I was young. Freaked me out. I remember this one awkward time when I was staying with them and their friend had had a stroke and her teeth floated. Lovely lady but I couldn’t cope and couldn’t say a word so I ended up taking my glasses off.