Even if the hand would grow back within a month, it was still a substantial inconvenience. Particularly because she'd made the terrible mistake of reaching in with her right hand and she was emphatically not left-handed. Her embroidery hobby was about to come to a sudden, temporary halt. Intently, Chloe stared at the severed appendage and wishfully commanded its fingers to wiggle. Maybe she could will it to escape. Yet the hand would forever after reek of pickling liquid and be faintly discolored due to the extended immersion. Perhaps a regrowth period of a month wasn't that much of an inconvenience after all, she decided finally.
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Doorways onto Disintegrating Demons, Time-Travel and Volcanos
Krótkie OpowiadaniaA miscellaneous collection of various writing prompt responses, 250 words or less, whereby I warp mundane scenarios in bizarre/fantastical ways... Includes disintegrating demons, time-travel mishaps and career-altering volcanic eruptions...
