People are full of bad habits. Some are worse than others.
Jimmy rammed his finger back up his nose.
His momma always said, “You’ll get it stuck!” Pappa said, “It’s gross! Grown boys don’t do that.”
Maybe he was a little old, but he liked doing it. Boogers kept him from breathing easy. How was he supposed to keep his nose clean if he didn’t pick it?
Something felt wrong today. His nostrils were just a tiny bit wider than usual. Maybe he had cleaned too well yesterday.
Then he poked something tough.
The tough thing broke.
Gooey gray and soft pink dribbled out of his nose as little Jimmy collapsed.