It was a freak accident that had sent me spiraling downhill; leaving only a sliver of my ski visible above the snow. A large doe had crossed the trail in front of me and I lost control. The edge of the ski sliced my flesh like a razor and left my arm spurting blood into the cavern my body had created.
I struggled. The blood was rushing to my head and I felt as if I were totally upside down. Wet and slimy blood dripped down my arm and onto my face. I wasn’t sure from where the blood came, but my arm stung and my face was beginning to numb. The more I struggled the weaker I got.
I gasped. The snow was suffocating me.
(That is as far as I am going to go. Please feel free to finish this 3WW story any way you like. Three word Wednesday words: control, flesh and razor.)