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.
“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.
