Friday Fictioneers: Mentally Dental


Photo courtesy: Ted Strutz

Mentally Dental

Word Count:  100

Larry propped his chin in his hand and stared out at the cold Alaskan view. Every day he came to his office, and every day was the same: Clean probes and scalers; arrange and rearrange; listen to the noises associated with the ferry.  He’d abandoned the idea of waiting long ago, no-one seemed to need a dentist in this town, but still he squandered time here.

Lately, Larry had begun messing with his OCD; timing how long he could go with that one particular probe askew in the tray.

Not bad, he thought as the agitation peaked, 30 seconds today.


12 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Mentally Dental

  1. That is one bored dentist. At least it seems to give him the time to work on his OCD. Maybe he should open a sweet shop in the town to create some cavities.

  2. Britlight, This dentist must be independently wealthy. I could never get away with doing nothing and still having enough money to pay the bills. Good story and well written. 🙂 —Susan

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