Allison Tait
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For What It's Worth
For What It’s Worth One swift kick from a spiteful mule was about to propel Jonathan and his father toward the new century and change the trajectory of everything. In less than a second, Jonathan was no longer standing on his own feet. He was shot through the air and careening, with a stream of water arcing high overhead. He never let go of the bucket as he was thrown ten feet back and into a heap. In five breaths he asserted that he was in fact breathing, was now someplace else, on the ground, and the pain began to run through him. Trickling like water, and searing hot, spreading, through his whole body. A body that was still too young to understand that this injury would leave him changed. His leg twisted in an unfamiliar way toward the house and then he was screaming.
By Allison Tait3 years ago in Wander