Holding his throbbing hand,
he sat counting his stitches.
He understood that the pain
from the surgery
would only be temporary,
but hated the annoyance of it all.
One hand typing
slowed him down
and he felt useless
around the house.
Until he saw two
kind, little words
in a note -
This is a Flash Fiction Friday 55.
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