Sunday is Father’s Day and I sure miss mine. My favorite quote about Fathers is from Mark Twain. “When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.”
Both my children are now in their early thirties and still waiting for their old man to gain some wisdom. Hopefully, I’ll get a little smarter before it’s time for them to make that coin-toss decision on whether to send me to a nursing home or insane asylum.
If you’re new to Friday Flash Fiction, the person who inspires us with her wit and wisdom every week is The Kansas City Sage, Margaret Twain Wisoff-Fields. If you’d like to participate in this exercise in madness, head over to her blog for step-by-step instructions. To view the FFF Hollywood Squares Authors Block click here.
“You really shouldn’t wait so long between cleanings.” Debra’s tone was stern. “It makes this job harder for both of us.”
Mack slumped in the chair. He hated these damn lectures.
“Turn this way and open wide.”
He closed his eyes and blindly obeyed. Vibrations from the jackhammer shook his entire body. She flushed his mouth with water, vacuumed the chunks of fibula, and repeated the procedure over and over again.
“Try flossing—like I asked you to.”
Tears streamed down his cheeks as Debra whisked the thick cord back and forth between his teeth.
“A Great White with a pretty smile,” she said, admiring her handiwork.
*disclaimer – this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the dental hygenist in this story and Debra at Dr. Grace’s office is purely coincidental.
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