Week 9 Story: Thumbless
The most current version of this story can be read here . I look down, my hand is red and sticky all over. I can see my thumb is gone, but I can't feel it. In fact, I can't feel anything. My whole body is just, numb. A bloody piece of my own flesh is nestled in my other hand. My god, what have I done. I look up. "Well, I admire your dedication to me, I really do, but as you see, my talents lie best in the hands of the Kshatriyas. Sorry if that was too soon." Drona snickers before giving me a side wink. "No, no, I understand dear sir. My talent would be nonexistent with you.." I try to respond. I feel a thick lump in my throat and I'm holding back tears. Before I can finish my sentence, I'm interjected with: "You fool! You think I, me, THE Guru Dronacharya, would ever teach, let alone associate myself with an ordinary dimwit as you! I only work for the divine or elite! I am designated for greatness! My entire adolescence was spen...