Agnes was getting all the sympathy.
Each friend that popped round to see her with flowers and fruit and chocolates gave Archie the same look – a shake of the head, a sigh and raised eyebrows.
True, Agnes had her ankle strapped up and needed crutches to get around (although Archie was sure she was milking that).
No one cared about his bruised toes and ankles, or the pain in his back every time he stood up, or the scratches on his back and neck. He was convinced he’d slipped a disc.
It was a miracle no one else on the dance floor had been injured.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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IAIN KELLY 
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