Another installment of Sunday Photo Fiction. Each Sunday, the Sunday Photo Fictioner posts a photo prompt, and you are encouraged to write “a story the image inspires in you.” There is a 200 word limit, but apparently, if you do exceed that number, “you won’t be given raw onions to eat.” As the most important part is “to enjoy what you write and write what you enjoy.”
So, this is my contribution for Sunday, May 24th, Photo Fiction: “Did they really use them . . .”
“Did they really use them . . . like that, Dad?”
“Sorry, nutcake, but they did,” her father sighed, holding her tiny hand in his.
“Did it hurt?” she asked lip quivering.
“It wasn’t a pleasant experience.” he nodded.
“And, you were wide awake!?” She was ready to burst into tears.
“You know, I always try and tell you the truth, nutcake, so yes, wide awake,” he said softly.
“Then the tooth must have hurt worst than having it taken out?,” she responded.
“Most definitely,” her father replied, looking down into her solemn eyes.
They turned away from the monument to ancient dentistry.
“If I promise to zap my teeth afterwards, can I have an ice-cream cone?,” she asked, a wistful tone to her voice.