In three decades of practice, Dr. Raymund had never seen anything like it. His patient reclined in the dental chair complaining of molar pain, opened wide, and then Zzziiiiip! Something small and shiny spun out of her mouth and flew through the open window. “Doctor,” she said, “you work fast.”
Tracy Royce’s writing appears in / is forthcoming in 101 Words, Does It Have Pockets?, The Dribble Drabble Review, Frogpond, MacQueen’s Quinterly, whiptail: journal of the single line poem, and elsewhere.
