Thursday, July 19, 2012

Friday Flash 55 Number Two


Friday Flash 55 originates HERE

She gasped loudly, looking at her finger tip on the cutting board, considered ice, the ER, stitches, follow up doctor visits, expense. 
“Mom are you ok? when is dinner?” Her son called from his room. 
Grabbing a towel for the blood, she washed off the board and a bit of herself went down the drain.

11 comments:

˙·٠•●❤Sh@KiR@ ❤●•٠·˙ said...

Woot I am first to comment!

˙·٠•●❤Sh@KiR@ ❤●•٠·˙ said...

Now, that is sad but so surreal...
Reminds us to take care of ourselves before we can take care of our love ones.

It is lovely meeting you.

hugs
shakira

p/s sorry for being so childish but I am seldom the first to comment. LOL

The Dinner

G-Man said...

D. Moll...
I really liked your digital story!
Once again you've hit Flash Fiction Perfection!
Most excellent 55 My Friend
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

Cara Drouin said...

Are you OK?

d. moll, l.ac. said...

SHK-congrats !!! grab the spotlight when you can <3
G-Man-enjoying the challenge of making it EXACTLY 55, structure can be good.
CD-oh, this was years ago, my finger tip literally grew back. Digits are amazing.

Crafty Green Poet said...

ouch!

bunnygirl said...

Makes me cringe just thinking about it!

Eric (Bubba) Alder said...

Been there, done that. (LOL!)
A bloody fine 55, Diana! ☺

Linc said...

Eww...but I'm plenty guilty of ignoring my own accidental emergencies in favor of getting dinner done on time!

But seriously, great story!

(LOL at Galen--digital story!)

Brian Miller said...

those are hard choices....esp whn one does not have insurance...trust me i was without it for years....

bunnits said...

Ditto what Crafty Green said. And great Flash Fiction. What a neat exercise these are.

The incident reminds me a bit of when I cut my finger to the bone with my really sharp pocket knife at the museum once. Washed it, wrapped it, asked a co-worker if it looked like it needed stitches, she said no because she didn't want to look, splinted it, then the doc later that day said she would have stitched it if I'd come in when it happened, but that I'd done a good job with splint and wrap, so it wasn't necessary. Whew. I was really dreading the stitching ordeal.