Tuesday 16 August 2011

A Broken Toe

There I was .... dragging a bucket of water .... in the middle of a drought. Thirsty as ever. Saliva evaporating more with every step I took. Then ....

There it was. A beautiful house with a lovely knee-high rock wall. I'm getting closer and closer. I can almost taste the water in my mouth, but then ....

I trip over. The weight of the water in the bucket drags me to one side and I fall to the ground. The water spills. I lay there. In agony as I watch the water get soaked up by the dry ground.

Suddenly all the pain seems to be going to one place. My toe. Fourth one along to be exact.

So here I am now, two days later, with a broken toe.

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