Bra Pat's Short Stories: Hazards of the Job

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Hazards of the Job

I saw this flying missile, an empty breakfast bowl, hurtling towards my head as I entered the door of the Ward. I had to duck as fast as you can say crouch, and as I crouched low, I heard the porcelain bowl shatter into smithereens against the wall above the doorway and the shards raining down on... Sign in to see full entry.

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