LIGHT STRIKES

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New Prompt:
Write a story about an occupational hazard that brings about an amusing injury.
"Light Strikes"

(back-story)
Recently, I was following my usual nighttly feisty kitchen routine , during which I set out single-handedly to prove that I AM NOT REALLY DISABLED, AFTER ALL, but merely cook in this wheelchair for CONVENIENCE! (thus proving that I am also at least SANITY-CHALLENGED!!). On this particular night, I pulled enough stuff for an entire week all at once! Even the KitchenCats (once they had quit being frightened and finished drying off) were shaking their heads in amazement at my antics. My first act was to burn my hand on the oven door despite the old cosily patterned oven mits, decorated in faded 1960's-style kitchen decor. I simply forgot that the inside of the oven door was fully as hot as the rest of the oven, and touched my hand to it, which then made me jump in horror at the searing heat and bounce my hand off another equally hot surface in my hasty attempt to avoid the first offending hot place! I then headed quickly for my handy burn cream, always close at hand. The cream was cool and comforting; I could detect just by examining the offending burn that the skin was already beginning to peel off and that I was going to have a lovely
souvenIr scar!


LIGHT STRIKES!

So I'm in here, cookin' crazy, in my lucky chair!.
Taking breaks from my fun writing, giving all a scare!
Playing handsies with the oven--a mistake, I know!
I couldn't wait to see my tasty chicken glow,,
and I bumped the oven door; got an attractive burn!
Now my boo-boo's getting noticed everywhere I turn.
Now I know how not to fondle ev'rything I like,
and remember to be CAREFUL when a HOT LIGHT STRIKES!!