Sunday, February 22, 2009
Fistfuls of Fury
Arnold Crabtree held the bottle between two palms and unscrewed the lid with his teeth. The clean scent of witch hazel filled the room and Arnold poured some out. He put the bottle down, rubbing his hands in the balm to ease his swollen fingers and gain a measure of relief. The doctors said he was lucky not to have gone into anaphylactic shock but they didn’t have that when he grew up. All Arnold got was a double handful of agony. That was the last time he’d believe Tommy Blesset when he said there was honey in bee hives.