I was riding my bike home with my camera slung around my side. I saw a beautiful tree coming up, so I quickly unslung it and began to bring the tree into focus as I rode. I snapped the photo and suddenly I was crashing to the ground. The ground came up and my hand went out, and another hand held my camera up away from the ground, and I tumbled over and somehow kept the camera from hitting anything.
I got up and rode back home. When I got home I looked at my hand and noticed that there was a layer of skin removed from my palm, and that the wound was slowly seeping blood. I ripped off the extra skin and then the pain started running through as my hand warmed up. I walked upstairs and washed off my hand in the sink.
Lymph flowed into the wound and as I wrote with a pen it dripped onto the table. I wiped off the cut again.
It is a few days later and skin has started to grow over the wound again, starting from the bottom right side. The lines that make up my handprint are still intact and running through the freshly formed skin in tiny fissures. The area around the broken flesh gets less and less red each day. I keep a bandaid over the cut to keep it moist and encourage healing. My body just does the rest.