He stopped for a second, tried to use his missing hand and screamed.
Then he fell.
“I’ll kill you!” he shouted. He got up, tried to lift the jackhammer, and
fell again.
He looked like a toddler having a fit. Tears streamed down his face as he
flailed around on the floor.
“I’ll kill you,” he whimpered.
Roger pressed the down button.
The ride was long. Neither man spoke. Luke tried to rouse Jesus, but his
arm stayed limp.
Roger began to whistle, then stopped when Luke looked at him.
“Sorry,” Roger said. “I do that when there’s uncomfortable silence. I
can’t stand it.”
“It’s fine,” Luke said. “Keep whistling.”