[ It's a small accident. The vase drops and of course the shards go everywhere. (At least the flowers are thrown away first.)
The aftermath isn't too bad. It's just one foot that gets cut up, the trail of blood across the kitchen floor suggestive of something out of a horror movie rather than a relatively everyday incident. Elizabeth sits on one of the stools around the kitchen island, one leg stretched out.
She doesn't bother saying anything yet. After all, sorry or I should have been more careful don't make any difference at this point. ]
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The aftermath isn't too bad. It's just one foot that gets cut up, the trail of blood across the kitchen floor suggestive of something out of a horror movie rather than a relatively everyday incident. Elizabeth sits on one of the stools around the kitchen island, one leg stretched out.
She doesn't bother saying anything yet. After all, sorry or I should have been more careful don't make any difference at this point. ]