“I’m trying.” she said with a despondent look and fey gesture. She fell down the steps last night. Fell right on her ass and kept sliding till she reached the bottom. Despite grabbing the handrail the slick nylon basketball pants made her go like greased shit. It felt like she was pushed. “It felt like someone pushed both my feet out from me!” she told her husband. “And when I thought I would just flop down and try to figure out if I was hurt, I starting sliding down the god damned stairs! Like a toboggan ride.” Exasperated and adrenalin flushed she sat down at the kitchen table. “When I reached the bottom, I sat testing things out. My wrist is still smart from landing on it. Then I heard a whisper in my ear. Well, not a whisper but a banshee cry from across the Abyss. It said “Stand up and shout!”,”.
“So what you’re telling me is that Ronnie James Dio pushed you down the stairs?” her husband asked measuredly. “Like a Rainbow in the Dark.” she said spreading her fingers like a magician showing there was nothing up his sleeve.
