Mom would dress me up prettily for him. These visits were always haunting. When we reached, he’d hold my dainty hands and lead me inside while she waited.
I’d shake my head when he asked me to open wide, but he’d still firmly insist; I’d yield after a while. He’d enter me, and finish his work in moments. Then he’d give what had tantalized me so much. I’d still be afraid, but smile reluctantly and eat it.
As we walked home, eating the ice candy I got, Mom would ask me wondrously, “Why are you so afraid of the dentist?”
Shared at Three Word Wednesday (#231 Dainty,Tantalize,Haunting).
Image from DeviantArt: “The Dentist” by Marcin Cichy(Muhito)