In the orange hues of the sunset he thought, “It’s still light out. I can finish this job.”
The riding mower made pass after pass through the yard, suddenly stopping at the fence. With the engine running, he jumped out of the seat, and the trimmer roared to life. As he worked his way down the sidewalk, he didn’t notice the mower slowly drift toward him.
First a nudge. Then a grab. As he tried to shake his leg free, he thought, “What the heck?”
As the mower blade began to chew at his foot, the belt caught a shoelace, then a cuff and finally a leg.
“What the…” Caught off balance, he rolled sideways, trying to catch his fall. The whirring string cut into his arm, spattering blood across the sidewalk and the side of his face. “Son of a…” was interrupted as the tractor lurched forward, pulling his foot out from under him. His face smashed into the ground. Everything went black.
“You have one new message.” <beep>
“We’ll be back out to finish your lawn service this morning. We apologize for the delay.” <beep>