Zombie Drabble #41 “Molar 47”

I was stupid. I was so afraid of the dentist. Drills, and not just the pain, either: the noise too. The shots we won’t even talk about. Hey, you brush your teeth every day, you floss once and a while, use Listerine, you’re ahead of the game, right?

Now, I would give anything to find a living dentist with electricity for his drill and a supply of novocaine. The pain is almost unbearable. There’s a guy in camp who says he’ll pull the tooth for me. He has pliers.

I’m not there yet. But, probably, soon. That or a bullet.

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