A triangle, just the shape of the tip of the iron— and it tells a different story
an exact imprint of the tip of an iron. I was in a hurry that morning, and the iron slipped, or maybe my hand did, or maybe it’s just that my hand-eye coordination is off at that time of day.
I jerked my hand away, but it was too late.
I had no time for the miracle water cure I always use — keep a minor burn in water until it stops hurting, and it won’t leave any mark — so I smeared on some aloe vera gel and got back to my morning routine.
Trying not to get the aloe on the shirt, I finished ironing. It was an awkward morning. The aloe kept rubbing off on other things. My wrist started throbbing, but I had no time to tend to it. I had a bunch of kids I needed to get ready for school.
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