Her head showed a distinct indentation of hammer.
“She will live but she will never be able to use that arm again” the ER doc sighed with relief.
“Over my dead body …” she shouted
That was the last thing the nosy neighbor heard before she heard the chainsaw whir
“9-1-1 an accident is about to…”
I’ve been having chainsaw dreams ever since I borrowed my friend’s chainsaw to do some cleanup. So what better way to use 55 words for Friday Flash Fiction. Happy Spring cleaning to all and to Mr G who spring cleans on a Harley