Tidbit Tuesday. (From my current WIP)He sighed in frustration, then picked up...

Tidbit Tuesday. (From my current WIP)

He sighed in frustration, then picked up the wooden hand grenade. He gave it a good toss and watched as it fell short. The instructor turned to him, the red hue already rising from his thin neck and coloring his face and ears to match. “What are you doing? That could mean death to you in one instant of nonchalant tossing, don’t you understand that?”