Just Like Pulling Teeth, by L. J. Harris – New Release.
Author: LJ Harris
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing
Short Story Blurb:
A trip to the dentist has never been soÖ interestingÖ
JUST LIKE PULLING TEETH is also a part of the BOLLOCKS! Anthology
AMAZON US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00OJ31N2I/
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ìBOLLOCKS,î I groaned, failing at my attempt to chew on the wedge of pickle-covered cheese. It was only Tuesday, and yet, as I sat at the end of the bar at the Thistle and Lion, whining and moaning with every bite of my ploughmanís lunch, this particular week had already begun to drag. Iíd had the mother of all headaches for two days, and throbbing gums for three, the pain so bloody awful Iíd been driven to take some long overdue time off work. My bite had been out of alignment for weeks, thanks to the swelling in the back of my mouth, and everything above my shoulders hurt.
Even my sodding hair.
The ibuprofen I was taking was no longer helping, and I hadnít slept well in days. Luckily my sister, Rachel, was able to secure an appointment with a new dentist near where she worked. Dr. Anderson had been looking after my teeth ever since I was a young lad, but retired earlier in the year. As much as I felt awkward around new people, I figured Iíd give this new bloke a shot, considering my dear sister had been gushing about how wonderful he was non-stop for the past few weeks. It wasnít as though I had much choice, anyway. The other dentists Iíd contacted, including every one of them at the Holistic Solutions Clinic, were booked solid for months ahead.
I didnít even give a toss if I had to get my teeth pulled, if it meant the pain would go away.
Unable to finish my meal, I downed the rest of my pint to help sate my hunger and perhaps give me a little Dutch courage before I left a tenner on the end of the bar and headed for the menís to carefully floss and brush.
It was torture, yes, but no sense in grossing out the new dentist with my recently acquired mustard pickle and beer breath.
I made my way across the cobbled alleyway that was a stoneís throw away from the city centre, the London sun shining and the air brisk with mid-October winds, until I found myself standing in the lobby of the two-storey building. Quickly checking the directory located next to a small cafe, I made my way up the single flight of stairs, passing by everything from chiropractors to physiotherapists, acupuncturists to hypnotherapists.
I was certain the name on suite door number ten, Acacia Dental Spa, was a contradiction in terms.
About the author
L. J. HARRIS is a mother of teenage twin boys who she loves with all her heart. Her family is her life, her soul, and the very reason she gets out of bed every day. Coming a close second to her family is her writing.
She only just discovered a passion for writing in the past five or so years. Sheíd always written little poems in birthday cards for family members, but that was as far as her writing aspirations wentÖuntil she decided to write poems and give them to family members as homemade gifts.
It was then a spark was lit, and ever since, she hasnít been unable to switch off the urge to write.
After a close family member fell ill, she began questioning what she wanted and searching for answers. Unable to sleep one night, she sat up and typed out her feelings on the laptop. Her husband read what sheíd written and encouraged her to write more. It was then she knew she wanted to share her thoughts with others. She began with writing what she knewóher life story, but couldnít get into it. Instead, she decided to write about something not based on fact, but fiction, and wrote a dream sequence which she showed to her family. They encouraged her to expand on it, and she hasnít stopped since.
L.J. Harris discovered that as much as enduring pain, loss, betrayal, or any other negative thing in our lives can be devastating, if she hadnít experienced them for herself, she not only wouldnít have found some lifelong friends, she doubts she would have been able to write the feelings of anguish and loss that some of her characters have had to endure.
L.J. has been previously published and has shared several online stories and looks forward to continuing to share her work.
L. J. Harris can be found at: