The masked face stood over my dread-filled body. Inhale through the left nostril, exhale from the right; they said to do, in a book I read once. So I did. Imagine having your feet massaged. Visualise soft hands gently kneading away your fear. I did that too. But I couldn’t relax my tremoring body. I dug my fingernails into the palms of my sweaty hands as his latex fingers came at me.
I cried inside as I imagined life without lemon drops and fudge. I tasted blood. I felt dizzy. Then it was all over. Another rotten tooth extracted!
Written for Charli Mills at Carrot Ranch. #99WordStories. In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about extraction. What is being extracted and from where?
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My nightmares in words. Nicely pulled words Gloria. 😁
Thanks Ellen. I hate dental visits and I’m overdue one! 😭
We have no NHS dentists now, it is four years since I have been trying to register after moving. Because of covid -19 even the private ones are not taking new patients as the struggle to catch up with the back log. A real time nightmare. 😢
Gosh that is a nightmare! Makes me wanna get my ass into gear and book an appointment while I can!
Well done!! I do not do well at the dentist either.
Thanks Darlene. I’m due a visit 😬
Me too. Thanks for the reminder. xo
A great piece of flash, which only made me laugh. When I publish my Flash Fiction Friday post tomorrow, you’ll find out why.
Looking forward to it Hugh 😄
That was class. Total suspense! I really didn’t know what was coming . Very well written 👍🏽😁😅
Thanks Bridie! 😀
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I wonder how long ‘you’ stayed off the lemon drops and fudge. It’s easy to have the willpower in the dentist’s chair. Not so easy later.
Hard to kick bad habits Norah! 🙊
Don’t I know it! 😂