I got so carried away with my writing that I forgot to read the book or do this week's exercise. I have to write a passage on my lead character cutting her thumb. Louise doubts that this will ever appear in a novel but I have a funny feeling it might be in mine.
Exercise 11
"Dammit". I put down the piece of glass and cross over to the sink, Turning on the cold tap, I hold my thumb under the running water. I watch the blood washing down the plug hole before looking back at the glass. I'd found it down the side of the washing machine and had instinctively picked it up. I was probably lucky not to have cut my hand and the nail on my thumb seems to have stopped this being worse too. With the bleeding stopping, I open a kitchen drawer to get the plasters out. Winnie the Pooh or Buzz Lightyear, choices, choices. I plump for Winnie the Pooh and, after putting on some antiseptic cream, wrap the bear over the cut. Going back to the washing machine, I look down the side and see what is most of a wine bottle in several pieces. Putting on the washing up gloves and using the broom handle I bring most of it out into the kitchen floor. The stench of vinegar is quite sickening, it obviously wasn't empty when it broke. I brush up the glass into the bin, can't be doing with recycling that lot.
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