Her new leg was so pretty. A marvel of elegant steel, cut to look like a rose trellis, against a background of black polymer. It attached to the prosthesis of her left leg in a manner both delicate and strong, and she had enough of a fake foot to wear pretty flats. She got compliments on it all the time. She dusted it every night, and polished it twice a week.. It made every part of her life easier. No more rolling around in the wheelchair, having to avoid stairs. She was thinking of having another “accident” so that her legs could match. She got away with it the first time. She was sure she could get away with it a second time. She had been practicing her crying when she was home alone, just in case.
This was inspired by a company I read about, Bespoke Innovations, that actually does create fairings like this for amputees.
©2012 Erin Sharp