Russell Gayer, author speaker
How many of you remember the horrors of National Dental Hygiene Week?
All students were forced to chew pink pills called “disclosing tablets,” whose cherry-red residue revealed every flaw between your teeth. Then an adult in a lab coat would pry open your mouth and utter comments like, “Hmm, Uh huh, and Ut oh,” as if you were a mule headed for auction.
After the examination, they’d scratch red Xs on a form depicting your upper and lower teeth. We were instructed to take the form home, shove it in our parent’s face, and demand better dental care.
The only good that came out of this was pretending to be a blood-sucking vampire.
If you’re new to Friday Flash Fiction, our dental hygienist is Vladmira Diesel 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.

When Shelley was in a good mood, decorating cakes served as a form of artistic expression. She loved seeing people smile when they picked up their cake.
On a bad day, it was a mindless activity that kept her hands busy while she vented frustration or anger. Today was such a day.
While decorating a golf cake, ordered by a secretary for her boss’s birthday. Shelley mashed a little plastic golfer into the green icing and stabbed a pin flag with the number 60 next to a hole she’d poked with her finger.
“Let’s see you make this putt, asshole.”
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* another excerpt from Criminal Mimes
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Or the three people I guilted into reading this blog, whatever.
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This makes me how many little acts of minimum wage rebellion take place around us without us knowing. I’m sure we could all confess our own. Maybe I’m too young to do the disclosing tablets or maybe they didn’t do it where I grew up, not sure. Now I have to go ask my parents about it. 🙂
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