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)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.