I poke a toe in. Wince. And pull it out.
I poke two toes in. Wince, but hold them in for a count of five. Then yank them out.
Three toes in. Wince. Count of ten. Jerk out.
Four. Wince. Twenty. Ease out.
Five. Sigh. Sixty. Stay in for sixty more.
Like a little kid braving her way into a tub of just-too-hot water, I am working my way back into writing fiction.
Currently, I’m three toes in and haven’t scalded an appendage yet!
But I’m feeling a little uneasy about sending that fourth toe in this weekend. I’d hate to lose the little guy. He’s always been my favorite.
Chloe and her Toes