She was painfully close to
letting go, and with this awareness came another, deeper
understanding. That were it not for her missing finger, she would
have possessed the strength to hold on tighter and harder and
longer - No, that was not it, she realized with a cry, her
understanding now complete. The truth was, was were it not for
her missing finger, none of this would have ever happened. Tears
streamed down her face and she begged him to please let her have
her bowl.
"Oh Greta," Matthew said with disgust, "you're so pathetic."
He released his grip on the bowl...and the misfortune that
directly followed his letting go lasted only seconds.
With great force the bowl crashed into Greta's chest and
propelled her backward.
Instantly seeing what his letting go would cause, Matthew dove
forward with outstretched hands. His fingers grazed the bowl's
surface.
Flying backward, Greta let go of the bowl and thrust her hands
behind her to try and break her fall. However, it was her not her
bottom that crashed first, but her head, into the wall behind
her.
Her body dropped to the floor in a lifeless heap, legs splayed at
an awkward angle.
Matthew, in midair, felt the bowl's cool underside brush his
fingertips and he squeezed his hands together. But it was too
late.
The base of the object struck the hardwood floor.
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