“I’m going to need you to keep your balance while crossing this bridge.” He said.
“Where am I going?” I asked inquisitively.
He didn’t reply but pointed toward the bridge.
I walked to it slowly, remembering what he said about keeping my balance.
I began to cross. Soon enough, the weight of my middle finger became almost too heavy to carry.
He laughed loudly, “I told you, you have to keep your balance.”
I glanced at him with a stern look on my face and continued.
