His knee slipped and he hit the door frame hard.
“Son of a bitch!”
The unbalanced bag of dog food pulled him around the frame and into the stucco wall. The dogs bounced below his feet threatening to entangle him further. His knee and this new bump on his head each provided an equal measure of pain.
He let out a sigh.
Unfortunately, the abuse returned in the shower with the knee giving out again slamming his body into the wall. Another bump on his forehead.
“This getting old sucks,” he shouted through the glass panels.
Two more near slips and he was done. He climbed out of the shower wet, went back to bed, and called it a day.
Copyright 2015, Michael S. Sommermeyer. All Rights Reserved.
© 2015, Michael Shawn Sommermeyer. All rights reserved.