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title: X-ray
genre: prose
project:
title: "Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"
css: paul
order: 30
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...
While chopping a tree in the woods with his hatchet (a Christmas gift from his
mother) a bird he'd never heard before cried out. He jerked his head up and
to the right as the hatchet fell down and to the left. It cut deep into the
back of his left hand. A low thud didn't echo in the forest because all the
needles and snow absorbed ~~sound well~~ the sound.
When he got back to the house his hand wrapped in the end of his shirt he
still felt no pain. He called for his mother and found her watching TV in the
main room. He stayed in the kitchen not wanting to get blood on the carpet.
She turned around cigarette dangling from her open mouth said "Oh god what
happened."
She drove him to the hospital in the car. The radio stayed off the entire
way. Paul wanted to turn it on but ~~he didn't want~~ the desire not to annoy
his mother was stronger. They drove in silence.
At the hospital after the X-rays and stitching and pain medication
prescription the doctor said "You got lucky, son. If that axe had hit a
half-inch lower you'd have lost your hand. You won't get full mobility back
because we had to tie the tendons, but with therapy you should be able to work
it pretty well."
On the drive back home all he could think was that he was glad he didn't hit
his writing hand.
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