Edgar's Bad Morning
by C Brown | Score: 3150
The darkness closed around Edgar's eyes again and his head bowed. The flash of pain brought him back to the land of the living when the cutting tool sliced into his finger.
Damn it all. What was causing all this trouble. So tired, so exhausted, and yet he could never manage to sleep. It had gone on for three days now.
He squeezed the thumb and index finger of his right hand over his bleeding left one. With a sigh, he rose from his workbench and went searching for a bandage.
The fatigue did no favors to the search. Everything went blurry and dim as he rummaged through the plastic storage bins with his good hand. Finally he found a faded box of band-aids.
Edgar walked to the sink and winced as he ran the warm water and antibacterial soap over his hands. As he dabbed them dry with a paper towel, he heard the crack of thunder outside. Rain was coming again. Cold, hard rain, with temperatures just warm enough to preclude sleet. It was perfect trenchfoot weather.
Edgar covered his wound and dropped the bandage wrapper into the trash can. At least, he attempted to do so. Part of the the wrapper fluttered off to the side and landed on the floor next to a candy wrappy that had similarly missed the mark.
Josie came into the room, a wide, insufferable smile on her face. No one should be that happy, Edgar thought. Especially someone in middle management like her.
He sadly looked at the little plane