This is the 99th installment of a 100-day challenge to write a new vignette every morning. (Almost there!)
My dentist tells me that chewing bricks is very bad for your teeth. I’m not sure what she thinks I do in my spare time, but as she leans the chair up again, I just stare at her.
She carries on as if she’d only told me to floss. She hums to herself as she removes her gloves and reaches out to shake my hand. I let my hand be engulfed, and then she leaves me for the hygienist to collect.
“Oh, yeah, that,” the hygienist says when I tell him about the brick comment. “Don’t worry about that. We had an emergency appointment about a week ago, and she hasn’t been the same.”
He gives me a bag of floss and ushers me through the door without answers to my countless follow-up questions.
Miles Away 