Broken Arm
This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a broken arm. What happened? Is there a cause and effect because of the broken arm? Was the injury faked? Why? Go where the prompt leads!
I’m pleased to say that I’ve never had a broken bone. I hope that continues to be true for the rest of my days. Breaks can become more frequent as we age. So far as I know, neither parent had a broken arm, though my brother did when he was five (a big boy fell on him) and my daughter did when she was eleven (an accident at gymnastics caused by a younger child). So, with no personal experience, I’ve stayed with Amy and Lucy and their imaginative play. It’s wet outside, so they’re playing indoors – no red convertible this time.
Teddy’s Broken Arm
The waiting room was crowded. As usual, Doctor Amy was running late.
Nurse Lucy looked at the list. “Teddy!” she called.
Teddy was hugging his arm, trying to stifle tears.
“What appears to be the problem?” asked Doctor Amy, looking over her glasses.
“I think my arm’s broken.”
“Nurse Lucy, we need an x-ray,” said Doctor Amy.
The x-ray agreed with Teddy. Doctor and nurse plastered his arm with plasticene and tied it in a handkerchief sling.
“Lunch time,” said Mum. “Oh, what’s wrong with Teddy?”
“He’s got a broken arm,” said Amy.
“Just a fake one,” said Lucy.
Thank you for reading. I appreciate your feedback. Please share your thoughts.
Note: The collection of stories made in response to the previous prompt Mud on the Tires, including mine, can be read at the Carrot Ranch.
Norah Colvin 
Hi Norah, this is such a cute story. I used to play this game with my younger sisters. They were all my patients.
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I’m sure you were a wonderful healer, Robbie. 🙂
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I love this group! It was nice of Lucy to reassure Mom that the break was fake.
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Thank you, D. Children have surprised me sometimes by reassuring me when I’ve got into their game of pretend. They don’t always expect adults to understand. I guess some don’t.
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You and I do!
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We do. 😊💖
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We learn caring and commpassion by example! 🙂
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We do. 🙂
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“Just a fake one.” I love that line. Of course, Lucy didn’t want mom to worry that Teddy might really be hurt. Kids are such gentle souls. Beautiful story, Nora. ❤
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Thank you so much, Diana. I’m pleased you realised that Mum had entered the story and that Lucy needed to protect her. 💖
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It was adorable, Norah.
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So cute, just a fake one. 🙂 x
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I think she had to reassure her mum. 😉😂
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🙂
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Good one, Norah. I haven’t been as lucky as you in terms of broken bones. My mom had osteoporosis, so I hope I don’t inherit that.
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I hope so too, Pete. Osteoporosis is an unkind disease.
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Happy one in the end )
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Of course!
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Cute!!! Loved it!!
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Thanks, Robin.
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