Sometimes, the littlest things can lead to BIG problems …
First, there was a sharp thud.
Then there was a howl; a desperate, agonised howl.
Then came the expletives; forced out between gritted teeth, riding on breathless gasps.
Followed by beads of cold sweat springing up across a pallid forehead.
And stunned green eyes brimming with shocked tears.
A shaking hand gingerly reached out to massage injured flesh.
A wave of nausea threatened.
Finally, agony subsided into a dull throb.
Ragged gasps softened into deep breaths.
"sonofabitch … sonofabitch ..."
Sam looked up from his laptop with a sigh.
"Stub your toe again, dude?"