Trampoline Girl He woke the next morning to the sounds of elastic springs going boing, boing, boing. He moved to sit up but a bolt of lightning arched from his left shoulder. He lay back and panted, hearing the same sound over and over. He finally determined it was coming from outside at about the same time he noticed that his shoulder had been bandaged and his left arm had been taped to his chest to keep the shoulder immobile. He’d had the procedure done before and knew that it was in his best interests not to fight it. Still, he hated the feeling of forced immobility. It was the next thing worse to claustrophobia.He let the dreamy cobwebs frizzle from his mind until the need to go to the bathroom became too much. With gargantuan effort, he sat up and trundled through the maze of cots to the hole. Using his right hand, he relieved himself, then returned to his cot.The boing, boing, boing sounds disappeared.He licked his lips. He wasn’t hungry, but he wanted some water.“Hey,” he whispered.
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