In three decades of practice, Dr. Raymund had never seen anything like it. His patient reclined in the dental chair complaining of molar pain, opened wide, and then Zzziiiiip! Something small and shiny spun out of her mouth and flew through the open window. “Doctor,” she said, “you work fast.”
Tracy Royce’s writing appears in / is forthcoming in 101 Words, Does It Have Pockets?, The Dribble Drabble Review, Frogpond, MacQueen’s Quinterly, whiptail: journal of the single line poem, and elsewhere.
delightful!
Thanks!
Love it. I’ll never blow off tooth pain again.
Yes, best beware. Thanks!
Going to the dentist should ALWAYS be that quick and painless!
Wouldn’t that be fabulous?
Many be gold teeth. I heard that gold teeth miss from the mouth of those with one that went to the dentist these days. Whatever, straight to the point does the job better. When it’s this hourly charge thing, systematic tarrying enters the treatment. Fast and painless should be the norm.
“Wow!!!!! This is such a wonderful poem! Well done!”