The thought I’m lucky I’m even here crossed my mind as I watched the hygienist busy herself, straightening and re-straightening what was already in place, avoiding eye contact after I answered the question: “What brought you in today?”
I thought it was obvious – several missing teeth – so I shared how I lost my teeth. No one likes to hear “my husband punched me in the face.”
It was a normal enough question, and expected, and I already had an excuse given to me, but that’s not the answer I gave. I was supposed to say I fell down the stairs.
100 words. Feedback appreciated. Unfortunately this is life-inspired fiction. My ex-husband never knocked out any of my teeth, but I wouldn’t have put it past him to try. For those who may be unfamiliar with my story, there are pieces available on Deliberate Donkey.
What story comes to mind when you see that picture? Join in! Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog link-up based on a photo prompt. The Challenge – write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle, and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) The Key – make every word count.
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