Nightmare fuel.

My stomach churned. Time seemed to slow down, each second dragging on as she approached. Without saying a 3, 2, 1, or a warning, she moved toward me with the syringe. My heart pounded, my hands clenched into tight fists, my knuckles turned white. I didn’t want to make a scene. At the end of the day, I was the one who asked for this. The needle pierced my gum, and hot, searing pain spread through my mouth. A single tear escaped, slipping down my cheek.
Terror in the Dentist’s Chair: A Cuban Kid’s Unforgettable First Visit
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Eunice Rabert Hernández
Simon Dillon
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Oct 30, 2024
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Nightmare fuel.
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Written by Simon Dillon
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Novelist and Short Story-ist. Film and Book Lover. If you cut me, I bleed celluloid and paper pulp. Blog: www.simondillonbooks.wordpress.com
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