“Are you okay?” the woman asked me as I was sprawled out, face down on the sidewalk.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, although I actually wasn’t fine at all. I had been walking my dog Rufus and was just a few blocks from home when Rufus suddenly zigged when I expected him to zag. In order to avoid falling right on top of the dog, I maneuvered my body in such a way that resulted in my crash landing onto the cold, hard cement.
I tried to gather myself together, testing to make sure there were no broken bones. Satisfied, I stood up and saw that my jeans at both knees were torn and dark reddish stains were spreading across the denim material. “Damn,” I thought, “I just bought these jeans a few weeks ago.” And then I saw that a significant amount of skin had been scraped off the palms of both hands.
Fortunately, Rufus was fine, especially after I gave him a treat to apologize for almost tripping over him.
Rufus and I got back to the house a few minutes later and when we walked through the door, my wife, seeing all the blood on my hands and my jeans, screamed, “Omigod, what happened?”
I explained the incident to her while washing the blood off of my hands in the kitchen sink. “Oh Sweetie, are you all right?” I heard her say.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine once I get cleaned up,” I responded.
“I was talking to Rufus,” she said.
Written for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. The prompt is to create a post using the word “fine.”