When Mary visited the new dentist, his eyes twinkled at her before setting to work.  One by one every tooth needed mending giving Mary precisely enough visits to turn into Mrs Dentist.

Here is my offering for Trifextra this week with the word TOOTH.  

Last week I didn’t manage to submit my story for WEAK on time, but since I wrote it I thought I should post it anyway.  If you’re interested read on 🙂

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The Strike

Kyle’s assurances sounded weak, hollow, even to him.  He was standing on the upturned casket that served as a low podium, barely a foot above the other heads.  But he was high enough to observe their changing expressions.

He remembered a time, not so long ago, when his words ignited fire. Men jumped at his command; much like that game his children used to play before the curfew set in.

Now, all his words did was aggravate the Union men.

“You said it would only last a few days.”  Murmurs of dissent echoed off the edges of the filthy crowd.

The strike had already been going on for three weeks and these men had children of their own to feed.

It wasn’t Kyle’s fault though.  Back in the old days, back when the bosses were human, strikes had had an effect; workers had had a say.  Kyle could never have predicted that the Authority would send the Bots in; that the workers who didn’t punch in would be picked off one by one and terminated. A human mind can never predict that.

“As long as we keep our heads together; keep a civil tongue in our mouths, they’ll take us back.”  That’s all he had to hope for now; forget the inhuman hours; forget the subhuman conditions that had sparked their protest. Their rivals weren’t human.  The rules of engagement were unknown.  The odds were insurmountable.