Secret Phobia

Secret Phobia

Jerry gurgled, “Yes,” to the dentist. The sucking device drank Jerry’s saliva like an alcoholic after payday. His cheeks clenched and his eyes squelched hard to push back the sound from the drill, shaving a smooth surface on the back of two teeth separated by a tooth size hole.

“Judy, the bridge please.”

Judy’s gloved hand, passed in front of Jerry’s eyes with the synthetic bridge for the dentist. Her blue scrubs decorated with cartoon flowers. Jerry squirmed slightly at the sight of the pattern, and his hard muscles tensed a few bulging veins.

“Are you ok, Jerry?”

“Yes, Doc,” sloshed from Jerry’s chiseled jaw.

The dentist spackled a bonding material onto Jerry’s newly shaved teeth. Some of the bonding material oozed down his throat, causing him to cough. The dentist impatiently waited for him to stop.

“So... How did you lose this tooth?”

“Work,” coughed out of Jerry’s mouth. He sipped some water to calm down.

“Oh... Right, you’re a hockey player. I must have forgot.” The dentist applied the bonding material on Jerry’s teeth but with less material. He grabbed another metal instrument, “Clear.”

For one minute, no one moved or made a sound and Jerry felt a looming shadow dust the back of his giant baldhead as a weird buzzing sound filled the room. The dentist removed the tool from his mouth, inspected the bridge for a moment, “Perfect fit. We are all done, Jerry.”

“Doc... What was that thing doing in my mouth?”

“It was connecting the bridge to the other teeth.”

“Oh... So... I can go now?”

“Yes, you can.”

“Thanks, Doc.” Jerry stepped a couple large strides to the door, scurrying off to his car. In his car, he found a perfect smile in his mirror and happily sped off away from the dentist.



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