Drawing on the chalkboard. Humming joyfully, then suddenly a loud scream, what's happening?
dad scrambling to my rescue. Blood trickling down down down. It hits the carpet, plip plop plip
plop, a huge rumbling sound as loud as fireworks. The car, driving in the cold dark car, waiting in
the slow warm hospital, quietly drifting off to sleep. I awake. I look down, stitches around the top
of my pinkie, what happened?