The Dentist’s Chair (Friday Fictioneers)

If it’s Thursday then it must be time for Friday Fictioneers. Friday Fictioneers is a fun writing group hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and to play along all you have to do to get started is click HERE.

This weeks photo prompt is courtesy of the one and only Ted Strutz who can be found peeking out from behind a coffee mug right HERE.

Backstory: When I first looked at the picture I thought I was looking at a tray of dentistry tools. It wasn’t until I was halfway finished with the story and looked at the picture again that I realized I was looking at a tray of sculpting tools. Well, too bad, I’m not going back and starting over (although a story about a sculptor who uses his razor-short sculpting instruments to slowly and methodically carve the bleeding flesh from his models sounds interesting), I’m sticking with my original thought that I was looking at dentist’s tools. If that makes you mad then you’ll just have to get glad.

 
The Dentist’s Chair (100 words)

 I know others don’t like it but I don’t mind sitting in this chair. It doesn’t scare me. In fact, I’m fortunate to be sitting here, and when I say that it’s not meant as a platitude, I really mean it. Sitting in this chair isn’t free so as I’m waiting and writing this, I’m also counting my blessings. Things could be a lot worse.

There’s just one thing: I’m not happy.

That water out there calls me. It’s where my heart belongs.

Mind you there’s nothing wrong with being a dentist. Sometimes we just want what we don’t have.

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