"I'm at a mirror, I brush my teeth, and I have this oversized dental floss."
"I try anyway. I jam cord between my teeth. Gums bleeding, tears flowing, I'm compelled to continue."
"What's it mean, doc?"
"Find a psychiatrist? Open up!"
He lifts an oversized scalpel.
I can't wake up.
This story was different from my last #fiftywords entry. I actually took my freewrite from @mariannewest's daily freewrites, for which today's prompt was I Floss my Tears and carefully pared it down until I was left with only the essential bits.
If you like to see my previous #fiftywords effort:
Or other Flash Fiction:
If you want something a little more substantial, check out my bulkier, on-going Sorcery works, they could use some more attention:
"Artwork" is my own.