On Allyn’s Mysterious Bruise

The facts are these.

  1. I have a bruise on my right hand.
  2. The bruise is on the back of the hand.
  3. The bruise is situated roughly adjacent to my right thumb and my wrist.
  4. The bruise measures 1 1/2-inches in diameter.
  5. The bruise is a deep purple.
  6. The bruise hurts like a motherfucker.

If you have any information on the cause or purpose of said bruise, please let the management know.

A mysterious, unexplained bruise is not a good bruise.

Especially one that hurts like this one!

I think I’ve coined another new word, neologism-thingie.


Use it in everyday conversation! πŸ™‚

ETA: Under natural light, rather than the fluorescents at work, the bruise turned out to be minor. Certainly not as dark as it had appeared at first. Most curious.

5 thoughts on “On Allyn’s Mysterious Bruise

  1. The facts are these.

    Allyn was twenty-one* years, seven months and three days old when he awoke one morning to find a bruise on his hand.
    A bruise, he mused, suggested the previous night had not been bland.

    1. And while his previous night was, in fact, bland, as Allyn had gone to bed shortly past eight o’clock, his weekend at Farpoint having taken both a physical and mental toll, the night previous to that had been anything but.

      Yes, Allyn had been at a science-fiction convention.

    1. Okay, then… πŸ™‚

      The facts are these. Allyn was thirty-five years, eight months, and six days old when he found himself standing in the doorway to Lance Woods’ office at the [Redacted] headquarters, marvelling at the large, purple bruise that had appeared mysteriously upon the back of his hand. He prodded at the bruise gently, his hand reeling backward from the sudden pain, and he asked aloud, “Wherever did this bruise come from?”

      However, I don’t think Ned the Pie-man and his true love Chuck can help me solve the mystery of the bruise. Emerson Cod, however… πŸ˜†

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