Fiction Friday: Choppers

  Choppers Mike Murphy     Henry Buckler had never caused any trouble before. This morning, however, he stormed into the dental office and straight to Anita’s desk. “Mr. Buckler,” the young, petite nurse said pleasantly, looking up from her paperwork, “I don’t recall you having an appointment today.” “Is Bernie in?” he asked tersely, clearly agitated. “Why, yes. He’s –” “I need to see him.” “OK,” she replied, unsure how to proceed. “If you’ll. . . uhm. . . have a s–” “I need to see him now.” Dr.…