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two thums ,seven&three quarter fingers (standard:humor, 341 words) | |||
Author: forestkelly | Added: Nov 17 2001 | Views/Reads: 3113/1 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
reflections of career choices | |||
Jim let out a lady like yelp.He curbed the immediate instinct to look at his wound.Keeping eyes averted he tried to judge how many stitches would be nesecary.It definetly hurt more then last weeks cut and that was being held together with four.He used his left hand to slow the bleeding of his other hands middle finger.Eyes directed up at the shop lights ,he used his knee to tap the big red stop button on the saw.Funny how it was always the middle fingers getting hurt,almost weekly they received new injuries .More or less just small surface scratches or cuts,except of course for the one last week and evidently this one .Seemed his fingers were just a little to damn long.Minor or not they had all seemed to bleed so much. Walking from the saw towards the far end of the shop he passed the building section.From the corners of his eyes he noticed people pointing in his direction, absently he followed their gazes .Blood leeked through the fingers of his gripping hand .Shiny wet.His eyes immediately shot up and away from the sight.The ceiling lights had become brighter.His jaw clamped shut and his eyebrows arched unevenly upward.Maybe it was time for a new job, one where less sharp objects could be found,yet a cut finger was an exellent way to avoid washing dishes. As he approached the medical room he heard someonne shout "Hey Norm hurry it up !He don,t look so good"A familar cold sweat popped out from the back of Jims neck.His head wobbeled loosley from his neck .As his knees sank he hoped he wouldnt cut open his head or at the very least that there wouldnt be to much blood,abruptly the wall to his right collapsed on him ,smacking him soundley on the middle of the forhead ,he felt someone grab him aroud the shoulders "get him hold him! help me sit im on the floor"in the blackness Jim chuckled to himself yes it was definetley time to look for another job..... albeit not guitar playing. Tweet
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