Tall Tales Flash Fiction
Mama, Mama, my finger hurts, cried Bobby.
Let’s have a look at it. Oh, a little splinter, we must get that out before it festers.
I’ll need my tweezers and magnifying glass but first, we’ll put a little rubbing alcohol on it.
That’s gonna hurt. I think I’ll just keep the splinter.
If we don’t get it out of there it will travel through your body.
Once in your bloodstream, it will travel to your heart and kill you.
Years later, when he was a doctor he’d smile whenever he thought of that splinter.
© Susan Zutautas 2019