Huddled and fearful in Dr. Pussycat's waiting room, young dunf heard his baby sister cry out.
Her heart-breaking sobs were muffled, the dentist's knobby hands in her mouth.
Soon it would be his turn.
The high whine of a drill and industrial grinding shattered the afternoon stillness.
He dropped his Little Golden Book of Uncle Piggly Wiggly and passed out.
Celebrate those days?
Rinse. Spit.
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