FFfAW — Frozen Fingers

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The excruciating pain Mark felt in his arm roused him from his deep slumber. He screamed out in pain, waking his wife Debra, who reached over and turned on the night table lamp. She saw her husband grabbing his arm, racked with pain.

“Oh my God, Mark,” she exclaimed. “What is wrong with your hand?”

“I don’t know,” he responded, still grimacing. “My hand is cramped and I can’t move my fingers. It hurts like hell.”

“I’m going to get the heating pad,” Debra said, getting out of bed and running to their bathroom. She rushed back to the bedroom, plugged in the heating pad, and wrapped it around Mark’s forearm and hand.

Within a few minutes the warmth of the pad began to relieve the pain in Mark’s hand and he was able to move his fingers.

Mark had spent most of Labor Day painstakingly putting together a crib and other baby furniture for his newborn granddaughter, who had just come home from the hospital.

“I’m never buying furniture from Ikea again,” Mark said.

(175 words)


Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. Thanks to Priceless Joy for the prompt and to artycaptures.wordpress.com for the image.

 

31 thoughts on “FFfAW — Frozen Fingers

  1. Varad September 5, 2017 / 12:43 am

    Oops! Hope he hasn’t done some permanent damage to himself. Good one, ‘dango

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  2. Lynn Love September 5, 2017 / 12:58 am

    Haha! We’ve all been there. Nice tale

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  3. Iain Kelly September 5, 2017 / 1:14 am

    Ha, excellent. I hope the furniture stays up and doesn’t need rebuilt for his sake!

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  4. anintrovertedblogger September 5, 2017 / 4:04 am

    This was a great take on the prompt. When I think of the prompt, only morbid thoughts come to mind. I like what you’ve done.

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    • Fandango September 5, 2017 / 8:06 am

      Thanks. I tried to come up with something that wasn’t scary.

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  5. James September 5, 2017 / 6:37 am

    LOL. Historically, I get cramps in my lower legs and feet, but lately my left hand has been affected. I had my two-year-old granddaughter in my lap reading to her when one hit. I had to suddenly put her on the floor, which she didn’t understand, until it passed. Nor sure what’s going on, but it wasn’t fun. Oh, I’m left-handed.

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    • Fandango September 5, 2017 / 8:10 am

      I get arch cramps all the time, but my only hand cramp came when I was putting IKEA furniture together for a friend, so this post was based loosely on a true event.

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  6. Priceless Joy September 5, 2017 / 6:48 am

    Hahahaha! Loved the story and the ending is priceless! I hate buying furniture that you have to put together! Great story!

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    • Fandango September 5, 2017 / 8:12 am

      Thanks. Glad you liked it. Your prompts are always enjoyable.

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  7. michael1148humphris September 5, 2017 / 2:52 pm

    Wow. I am so pleased that I do not assemble such items.

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  8. Joy Pixley September 5, 2017 / 5:07 pm

    Funny twist at the end, but ouch, I know exactly what he means! I was just at IKEA this past weekend, too. Although the last time I bought furniture from them, I sprang for the extra charge for them to deliver and assemble it. Presto chango bedroom set, yay!

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    • Fandango September 5, 2017 / 7:46 pm

      Yes, the cost/benefit of having IKEA put the stuff together is probably a wise choice.

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  9. Michael September 5, 2017 / 10:04 pm

    For people like me its more my head being done in….great take dear sir…

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  10. afairymind September 9, 2017 / 5:01 am

    Putting together flat pack furniture is always a nightmare! Good story. 🙂

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    • Fandango September 9, 2017 / 7:37 am

      Yes, especially of you’re putting together a whole roomful of furniture. Thanks.

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