Dr Christos Cadmus had arrived in London on the coat tails of the many Old Gods of Olympus who had relocated from their ancient home in Greece to the modern bustling City of London. A well trained and highly skilled Cosmetic Dentist and Surgeon he had set up shop in a suite of rooms on Harley Street alongside his cousin Apollo, the God of Medicine, serving The Rich, The Beautiful, and The Famous.
In his plush and very fashionable clinic, Dr Cadmus provided not just basic Dental Hygiene, Dental Implants, and Facial Cosmetic Procedures; he also skilfully performed the very, very complex, difficult and extremely exclusive Drakontos Odontes Procedure. As would be expected his practice flourished as Gods, Nymphs and Satyrs, as well as Humans and Centaurs, all seeking the perfect smile who were all numbered amongst his patients.
One dreary Thursday morning he was visited by a patient who gave his name as a Mr Tyler P. Hones who had run into a bit of a problem after losing his four front teeth in a fracas in Las Vegas.
‘Bit of an issue,’ lisped Mr T.P. Hones, ‘I run a 24hour poker game at the Devil’s Playground Hotel in Vegas. There was a brawl when a bunch of very, very rich CEO’s lost their entire fortunes in the poker game at my table. I may have lost my teeth, but you should see the other guys; I need your services ASAP, the best and most exclusive you can offer.’
Dr Cadmus was no fool, he had recognised his patient, knew who he was, and knew how much power this so-called Tyler P Hones could still wield, despite the loss of his teeth.
‘Absolutely no problem,’ said Dr Cadmus, thinking for a momen. ‘I have the perfect answer and can provide you with the ideal implants for someone of your status.’
So Cadmus sat Tyler P Hones down in his Dental Chair, arranged for his dental nurses and technicians to lay out his instruments, draw up the local anaesthetic and specified which implants they should select out for their patient.
Three hours later the somewhat complex procedure was complete, the new four teeth implanted using his exclusive Drakontos Odontes Procedure, which, as Cadmus knew would be a perfect match, and with a mirror showed his patient the results.
‘Perfect,’ replied Tyler P Hones as flames shot out from his mouth. ‘What the f**k? he said.
‘Drakontos Odontes, Drakontos Odontes, Dragons Teeth, my friend’ replied Dr Cadmus, ‘most appropriate for your needs and requirements, certainly for someone of your reputation and standing isn’t it Mr Tyler P. Hones, or should I now correctly address you as ‘Typhon’, thought I recognised you, you’re that old Fire-Breathing drinking buddy of Zeus. All you need now is to re-learn how to control the flames, simple really, it will certainly add something to your reputation.’
‘Perfect, Perfect, Perfect,’ said Typhon the Old Olympian Fire-Breathing God with a broad smile, the flames sputtering out from his mouth, ‘Absolutely Perfect.’
‘I know, I know,’ replied, Christos Cadmus, the once Ancient King of Thebes.
‘You know, before I used them for dental implants I used to plant those Dragons Teeth to grow the Warriors necessary to defend my Kingdom; a much better use of the Teeth, don’t you think?’
About the author
Henry is a retired surgeon and member of the Canvey Writers Group. He has published a number of stories on the CafeLit site
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