Creative Jabber

I imagined, this morning, a character in the line of danger, but frozen by the inevitibility of the situation. I wrote:

Like when you're in the shower and you turn that knob for warmer water, but after you turn it you know it was too far. The hot water races through the pipes. There is still time to turn it back, move the spray away from your body, get out of the shower, or turn it off, but you stand there, waiting for the hot water, even though you know how bad it is going to hurt. You remain because you want to know how hot it will truly be. You are curious if it will only hurt, or tingle along the surface of your skin. The pain is secondary.

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