sitting on the head
I stepped on a roofing nail. It was 2 1/2 inches long and 3/16-inch wide. It was barely noticeable if you weren't looking for it, which I wasn't.
The nail had been lying in wait in some newly cut lawn and had beensitting on the head, leaving the sharp end sticking straight toward the sky. Had it been a bold, shiny broad sword, I would have seen it and taken notice. It was small, barely news-worthy.
I was stepping at a normal pace and wearing sneakers. When I put my foot down, I immediately felt
happy a searing pain that caused an instant and reflexive action. I fell to the ground and yelled at my brother to pull it out.
