By E. Rhyme
He spent two weeks eating mashed food, flinging expletives, and popping Advil.
He prayed profusely, wishing for a miracle to avoid the daunting task of a dentist’s visit.
Finally relenting, he found himself under the yellow glare of the dental lamp with his mouth dry, as a probe explored the source of his stabbing pain.
The dentist straightened up and declared the imminent fall: four molars to be brought down.
When his grandchildren heard of this, they squealed at the tooth fairy’s luck and rolled with giggles. After a few moments of disbelief, his frown eased, and laughter rattled through him.
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Succinct description sets the scene of one in pain, and sets up the respite ending. Nice!
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