Dr Teeth opened up early. He liked the tranquility of the bay in the mornings.
Outside, the ferry docked quietly, spilling its light cargo of cars and the few tourists that came to the island. Voices rose from the street below, hushed in the heavy morning air.
He watched as light flooded the scene. Dawn crept slowly through the open window of the surgery, sliding over the sill and settling slowly into the chair like the first appointment of the day.
‘Hi Dawn, just a clean today?’ Dr Teeth liked her unusual entrance, his other patients used the door.