I Think I Hurt My Finger

24 January 2013 in 20 Minute Stories

* Note – today’s story was started by a random sentence from a classmate in writing class last night. ¬†Still not sure where to go with it. ¬†Feel free to drop any ideas in the comments, or on Twitter or Facebook

“I think I just hurt my finger”

“That’s all you have to say after THAT?” Todd asked. Anita always downplayed everything. He was guessing she had a broken arm.

Todd looked around and was actually a little surprised he didn’t have more to complain about himself. The car was nowhere close to “driving on the right side of the road” any more. In fact, he couldn’t even see the road … or a good portion of the car.

What he could see were leaves and branches, and a lot of broken glass. He had to stop and concentrate a moment. “I think I bumped my head” was his best downplayed comeback.

Todd turned around and glanced at where the rear seat of the car should be and took a small amount of pride in knowing that he had the ability to calmly reflect upon the fact that the rear end of his car had been torn off.

He shook his head a couple of times. The thumping sound was definitely not coming from inside his head.

“Sweetie, you don’t happen to know where the rest of the car is, do you?”

Anita shook her head, still staring angrily at her index finger.

Todd loved that car; he spent two years restoring it. It was a real prick to find parts for. His optimistic mind really reached down deep to tell him at least he has a guaranteed hobby for the next two years.

“I’m gonna go have a look to see if i can find the rest of the car.”

Still silence. He figured at the bare minimum Anita would make a comment about the terrible joke, or maybe express some small amount of concern for his well being after driving his pride and joy directly into the jaws of total destruction.

Jaws of Destruction.

The lights flickered a bit in Todd’s slightly shaken mind. He looked back again at the non-existent back seat and noticed something was missing…

Tire tracks.

He wondered for a moment if Anita was trying to hypnotise herself. He’d seen her index finger many times over the years. It was not that interesting.

Jaws of Destruction.

Deciding it best to ignore Anita’s finger, Todd got out of the car and glanced at it. It seemed to him that although it was a very beautiful tree, he preferred that it wasn’t inserted into the front end of his GTO.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

He could smell smoke. Off in the distance, thankfully. There was a ton of it rising out of the city off in the distance.

“There must be a lot of helicopters to be disrupting the smoke that much,” he thought to himself just as the bank tower burst into flames.

“Honey, can you put your finger aside for a minute and come out here…”

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24 January 2013 20 Minute Stories