“There is a tree in my foot.” my sister said; hobbling in the doorway and making for the first aid box.
“What happened?” I asked, hand hovering over the T.V’s mute button as I turned towards the kitchen.
“I was attacked!” she grumbled. “The ground attacked me!”
“Oh really?” I said. “I don’t suppose your bike was the one to start it all?”
There was no answer.
“I mean really—”
I stood in the doorway; her holding the first aid box in both hands.
“That won’t be much help.” I said at last. “I’ll get the pruning shears from the shed.”
Carol J Forrester - Writing and Works 
Funny! Good dialogue, characterisation, plot.
Thank you. I will admit, the first line is actually what my sister said when she came in from a bike ride the other day. It took her a week to get the splinter out of her foot.
It certainly wasn’t Bob that did that. He’s a peaceful tree!
I’m very glad to hear so. 😀
Haha!
I’m glad that you found this amusing.:)
Hi Carol,
That’s a major splinter, a log. Good dialog and interaction between the characters. Ron
Thank you very much.
It’s amazing the way even at tiny splinter can feel like a big section of a tree and yet be so difficult to get out, although I tend towards tweezers, rather than pruning shears. However, my splinters have obviously not been as serious as that of your sister. 🙂
janet
Crisp funny ending. Nicely done.
Thank you.
Pan faced at an unlikely occurrence! Well done.
Thank you. 🙂
Terrific stuff, hugely amusing!
Thank you.
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