12 August 2009 § Leave a comment
a friend of mine suggested to keep my writing reflexes good by doing a pretty easy exercise, the 100-word story. this is the first one, and damn this is harder than i thought–i’m REALLY into words.
What kind of dentist has a leaky faucet in the exam room, and leaves a patient alone and medicated to listen to it? I’m nervous. I feel nauseous now, too. And stupid.
“Okay, now where were we?”, Dr. Liu mumbles as he returns with a new pair of gloves and a fresh mask, his face just a turquoise rectangle with two brown eyes floating above it.
“It was a reflex, I swear. I’m sorry”.
“Not the first time someone’s kicked me in the balls”, replies the Doctor.
He stares at me in silence.