This week’s prompt: ‘still’
I wont tell you again.
Its takes longer if you don’t sit still.
WHACK. A blow landed across my head.
I was stunned.
I sat still after that.
Fear does that to you.
I was six years old when that happened.
I was at the dentist and the dentist was the one who hit me in front of my mother as well.
I was so traumatised I hated the thought of ever going to the dentist. To this day even with modern techniques of dentistry I have that fear in my head.
When the dentist says hold still I hold still.
Still when I think back on it I didn’t help my situation. I was terrified at what this guy was doing to me. Pain and me just don’t make good bedfellows. Obviously I have been back to the dentist a few times over the years even had two root canals done. Now that’s an interesting experience. Its like having a building site constructed on and in your mouth and the dentist then crawls around inside drilling and picking and whatever he/she feels like while I am numbed out of it and having nothing else to do but lie still. Even when the dentist is a very attractive young Brazilian lady the thought of her digging holes in your mouth and filling them leaves you wondering what conversation must be like around the dinner table with her. Of course its sheer speculation when you are lying still for fear of moving and her drill slipping and hitting something it shouldn’t hit.
Still waters run deep they say. I felt that needed to be said.
I must be off as grandad’s still is in need of some upkeep.