Nortey Jr., Sam - Thumbwars [Avidbook, MF, Contemporary, New/Young Adult, Urban Fiction] Chapter Seven
We finally made our way out of the airport to the parking lot. Uncle Oti took the bag I was holding in my right hand. I opened the palm of my left hand. It was beet red, throbbing with pain from the broken metal butterfly pieces that had pierced into me.
Gilliand and Uncle Oti had come behind me. With my left hand still outstretched, I could feel the weight of their eyes upon it. A silence persisted until I saw my palm blotted out by a chocolate-brown-colored hand.
Gilliand quickly retrieved the pieces. Feeling threatened, I hastily closed my hand and moved it to my side.
“Here, give it to me,” said Uncle Oti firmly to Gilliand.
“No, Dad, I'll take it to the repair shop tomorrow
