In the Dentist’s Chair

My instinct was to bolt.

Every loud noise alarmed me.

The drill brayed and I kicked involuntarily.

‘Woah, there,’ he said softly.

He tried to soothe me

but I knew he wasn’t afraid to hurt me.

He was in control,

and I had no choice but to submit.

 

This piece was published in CityLit’s ‘Between the Lines’ anthology, and printed on the elevator doors.

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