I watched the blood as it pooled on the counter and dripped to the floor.
“June! Are you okay?”
I heard the frantic questions hurled around me, but for some reason, I couldn’t seem to answer.
Bobby tied a kitchen towel around my hand and told me to keep it raised.
“What happened?” Mrs. Thompson demanded.
“The knife slipped and she cut herself.”
“Drive her over to her daddy’s. I’m pretty sure it’ll need stitches.”
At the mention of my dad, I came out of my haze. “It’s just a scratch. It’ll be fine.”
“June, honey, that’s a bad cut. I’m not taking no for an answer.” She turned to Bobby. “Drive her over and don’t leave until you know she’s alright.”
Bobby and Mrs. Thompson bustled me out to the truck all while checking the towel, asking how I was, and reminding me to keep it elevated.
Daddy’s office wasn’t far from the bakery. Any other day I would have walked. With my blood already soaking through the towel, that wasn’t an option. The truck tires screeched when Bobby slammed his brakes in the parking lot of my daddy’s doctor office.
He ushered me inside and yelled at Beverly, the receptionist. “Get Dr. Markus. June cut her hand real bad.”
Minutes later I was sitting in an exam room with Bobby pacing behind me, while my daddy looked at my hand. “It will need stitches, but you’ll be fine. What happened?”
“I was clumsy; the knife slipped…”
“I should have noticed how she was cutting…”
Daddy’s keen gaze observed us as we stumbled over one another in an attempt to answer. “Accidents happen. Let’s get you stitched up.” He slid the needle with anesthetic into the cut to deaden it.
I stared at the blurred lines of the eye chart on the door and black dots danced at the edge of my vision. I felt like I was being swallowed up. “Oh…” I whispered, and then I fainted.
This week I’m linking up with the creative writing prompts from Studio30 and Write on Edge. I hate that I’m missing out on my beloved Trifecta, but there was no way I could work the third definition of the word turkey (i.e., three strikes in bowling) into the story at this point.
This week Studio30 gave us the words scratch and grilled. We could use one or both. Write on Edge talked about juxtaposition of two things, and gave us two musical prompts, or they said to use our favorite summer song. I wouldn’t say that Blurred Lines is my favorite summer song, but it is quite catchy and I find myself singing along every time it comes on the radio, which is at least once an hour.
Photo Attribute: Allie Pasquier. This photo was adapted via a Creative Commons License.