(First speaker is Rachel.)
“Show me your leg.”
The Ohnenran lifted his pant leg to reveal a swollen gash running the length of his shin. His calf bulged over the rim of his boot and the flesh was purple and black. How he’d managed to hobble around on that thing, I couldn’t imagine.
As he straightened, I said, “Remove your jacket, lift your shirt, empty your pockets, turn around.”
He did, and there was nothing but dirt and lint and bruises.
I hope you’ll hop over to the official Six Sentence Sunday site to find the list of today’s other participants. Lots of great snippets awaiting your perusal.