Friday Fictioneers: Dale the Dentist

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Dale the dentist, his heart broken like a cracked incisor, watched the ship leave.

On the deck Sheila waved to the people on the pier, and Dale knew which teeth she showed when she was truly happy. They shone in the dawn light.

He had told her not to leave and to floss regularly. She had said the job opportunity on the mainland was too good and that she tried but it was hard to build up a flossing routine.

Dale closed the blinds and took a hit from the laughing gas tank. He giggled/sobbed as the ship’s horn blew.

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Another Friday Fictioneers story with prompt supplied by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

 

 

 

 

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