![As I am (slowly) recovering from my hamstring injury of past Xmas, I entered the half-marathon race of the Greater Paris I had booked months ago, as the distance seemed within reach. Not expecting a great time. The route was impractical, from reaching the horse-track of Bois de Vincenne on the very day EU switches to CEST, with train shortages on both RER A and B, to running on bike paths, sidewalks, and canal paved decks, within a dense crowd. With very few Paris highlights beyond the 11th arrondissement City Hall and the finish on [a completely empty] Stade de France. Only perks were the start with a horse pulling a sulky and playing the hare, the cold windless rainless weather, and a pace runner at 1:30, whom I kept in sight for the whole race. Hence rather glad with the outcome. On the way to the train station, far from the official village, I came across a scientology tent offering... massages, a very first for me! As a minor inconvenience, my bib got mixed up with the bib of one of my students, which simply means my second position in the M5M group did not get recorded. Fortunately, she (I) just missed the 10th position on the female scratch podium, which would have deprived the actual 10th runner of her win!](https://i0.wp.com/xianblog.fr/wp-content/uploads/2025/03/granpari25.png?resize=450%2C356&ssl=1)

![As I am (slowly) recovering from my hamstring injury of past Xmas, I entered the half-marathon race of the Greater Paris I had booked months ago, as the distance seemed within reach. Not expecting a great time. The route was impractical, from reaching the horse-track of Bois de Vincenne on the very day EU switches to CEST, with train shortages on both RER A and B, to running on bike paths, sidewalks, and canal paved decks, within a dense crowd. With very few Paris highlights beyond the 11th arrondissement City Hall and the finish on [a completely empty] Stade de France. Only perks were the start with a horse pulling a sulky and playing the hare, the cold windless rainless weather, and a pace runner at 1:30, whom I kept in sight for the whole race. Hence rather glad with the outcome. On the way to the train station, far from the official village, I came across a scientology tent offering... massages, a very first for me! As a minor inconvenience, my bib got mixed up with the bib of one of my students, which simply means my second position in the M5M group did not get recorded. Fortunately, she (I) just missed the 10th position on the female scratch podium, which would have deprived the actual 10th runner of her win!](https://i0.wp.com/xianblog.fr/wp-content/uploads/2025/03/granpari25.png?resize=450%2C356&ssl=1)


Although I alas received only three submissions (#a, #b, and #c), following my call for thumb-related short stories, I may as well go and have a poll (for two weeks) as to which one was most appreciated by ‘Og’s readers… (I just noticed you cannot put links within the poll answers, most annoyingly!)
Following the previous thumbleweed news, here is a third short story, called #c for the time being. There are a few days left for those who want to contribute to this series!
X woke up with a terrible hang over. Thinking of last night performance, he was proud himself. He is an equilibrist and has been lucky enough to perform at the biggest collaborative circus show in France. He has never seen so many talented and attractive people performing together and this is what he has been dreaming about.
X was about to get a cup of water and noticed that his right thumb was gone and, wrapped. ‘This must be a horrible dream.’ he thought. Unfortunately, it wasn’t. He tried to remember what happened but all he could remember were some brief moments. After the show, there was a big party to celebrate the last performance. He had a great time till Tim started a fight again. Tim (a lion tamer) was always jealous of X’s talent. Tim got aggressive and threatened X with his lions. ‘His lion took my thumb?’ X got so furious at Tim then, he remembered the moment with Bella. Bella has been working on a hand disappearing magic. Yes, he was drunken enough to volunteer himself for her working magic. She brought an axe to pretend cut his hand. ‘So… my thumb got cut for real?’ He should’ve took Jimmy’s advice, ‘Never volunteer yourself to working magic.’ Last night Jimmy was too busy impressing Liz who was very popular and snobby. X was keen on Liz’s friend, Cloe, secretively. One moment, all of them were sitting at the same table and Liz whispered X that Cloe fascinated a snake show very much. Luckily (?) a group of Indian magicians was sitting at the next table. Yes, he remembered reaching out himself to those snakes for one simple purpose.
‘My thumb must be beaten and poisoned?’
He got confused with these slices of memory and none of them gave him clear reason why he lost his thumb. He got out of his room and found Jimmy and Kev.
Both looked at X worried. “How are you feeling? We were so afraid that we might lose you. You’ve been in a bed for four days.” Jimmy said. The most surprising question was asked by Kev, “So, what happened, X? How did you end up in the 5th district?” When a milkman found X next morning in the 5th district, his thumb was brutally smashed and even his bone. When he was brought to a surgeon, there was no other option except cutting his thumb. They talked to everyone and tried to find any clue. No one seems to know exactly what happened that night rather most of them couldn’t remember.
After that, X, Jimmy and Kev traveled around countryside and performed together. After a year and half, that night seemed to be almost forgotten till one morning X read a small article. It was about the new invention of a punch press machine and there was a photo of an inventor, Cloe, smiling beautifully. One of feature caught his eyes, ‘Warning : The maximum pressure is enough to crush human hand.‘
Most likely one of the last thumbleweed posts. This one just to mention the marginalia that I have now gone back to the climbing gym, along with my daughter, and that we both managed to climb (apparently) without any injury. Obviously, we have both lost our earlier climbing abilities and are down by about three (French) grades but I am very glad we could and can make it, looking forward to improving our climbing skills back to earlier standards… Or whatever level I can reasonably reach with enough training. (And remember the deadline for submitting the short stories by the end of the month!)
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