3WW: Control / Flesh / Razor

The Root Canal

Mike sitting in a reclined position,  eyes shut so tight for if he opens them the light will just blind him and he can't stand to look at the man in the mask any longer.  His hands are white knuckled as he grips the arms on the chair.  He hears drilling, suction and feels bits of debris hitting his face every few seconds. 

 

He jumps ever so slightly in the chair.  "Sonofabitch! That fucking hurt! Was that a razor?", but all the man in the mask hears is mumbling and asks "Did that hurt?".  Mike nods, a tear trickling down his face, trying to control himself.  The man in the mask stops and grabs a syringe, asks Mike to once again open wide.  The syringe feels cold as it is inserted into the flesh of his gums. 

3WW: Bubble / Lumber / Wreck

It was a train wreck of a week for John.  Anything and everything that could go wrong did.  It's now Saturday and he's at the Home Depot trying to get enough lumber to finish off the deck in his backyard.  John stands in line at the check-out counter, watching the television hanging on the wall.  The news is on and yet none of it good; another suicide bombing, another abduction, another car crash, no good news is reported.  It's days and weeks like this when John wishes he could live in his own bubble to block out all the misery in the world.

3WW: Downhill / Freak / Sliver

It's been a busy week, so not a lot of thought has gone into my 3WW submission, but at least I'm giving it a  go :o)


*****

Well what can I say it was all downhill from here.....after getting the courage to go skiing, what else could I say.  I hop off the ski lift and look for the beginner's run.  Just as I near what I believe to be it, I slip to the side and down I go!  Swoosh! "Oh my God!  What the hell!  How do I stop!"  

Thoughts are rushing through my mind - this can't possibly be the easy slope!  Oh gosh, a tree, how the hell do I turn in these freaking skis!!   Thud! I drop my ass into the snow in hopes of slowing down before I hit that inevitable tree.  However, I'm not slowing, what the hell am I to do, I'm going to become some tree's new human bark.....I'm acting like a complete freak with my arms flailing and me screaming at the top of my lungs, and no one around to help!  As I near the tree, I try leaning to the left, I am within feet of the tree and just miss it by a sliver!  Just as I think I'm in the clear, up ahead is a ski jump, oh crap, why the hell can't I slow down....nearing the jump, I brace myself, I am approaching the jump, nearing the end of it, I feel like I'm flying, then look down and realize the ground is coming up at me.....BOOM!

I bolt upright, sweating.  Thank God it was just a dream!