The reality-stricken dentist hitched to the next state over aboard an eighteen-wheeler. The driver’s name was Dave and he had a tattoo of a B-52 Bomber Broad on this right shoulder. Occasionally he would proffer a miniature decanter of supreme whisky to ‘help keep the internal fire burning.’ They arrived in the next state over a day later. The dentist had inadvertently left a patient strapped to the theatre bed behind. The patient awoke amidst much toothy pain and groggy from the anesthetic, to find the dentist’s operating rooms abandoned.
Extract from Shock Fiction Tales: Odes to Death, Decay, Eternal Conflict and the Exaltation of the Quest for the Dream, American or Otherwise by Charles Lidgard © 2004
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