Billy’s eyes opened. A florescent light flickered into his eyes, stirring up a crazy, dizzying feeling that worsened as the gurney began rolling. They discussed him in the third person, shoving him into an MRI tube. They ordered him not to move for forty-five minutes.
The clanking began and panic set in. He calmed himself, pulled the chain saw cord—pop, pop, pop, followed by a roar. He cut a pile of one-foot logs, set them on the block, splitting them with the ax.
They still hadn’t pulled him out of the tube, so he’d have to stack the wood.
The clanking began and panic set in. He calmed himself, pulled the chain saw cord—pop, pop, pop, followed by a roar. He cut a pile of one-foot logs, set them on the block, splitting them with the ax.
They still hadn’t pulled him out of the tube, so he’d have to stack the wood.
