"Wait one darn second,"
she mused as she squinted at the bloody mess. "I could have sworn I had legs in my alivement." Turning back to the patiently waiting beaming stream of light with her eyes half closed, she sheepishly mumbled,
"Sorry hon, something came up, we should do this some other time." The light flickered out in disappointment.
"I'll call you!"she yelled out to the empty space which the headache-inducing luminescence had occupied moments ago. They both knew that wasn't happening.
Aah, my eyes, the dark–It's nice to be able to see again.
"Now," she huffed determinedly."To find those legs."
Whoosh!
Her spectre slammed itself onto her own body with such force that she was sucked into the flashbacks of why the guys fresh out of the school dispensary signed a petition to ban her from ever playing rugby.
Jeez, this hurts. Who could have known being run over by a train could be so painful. Schools suck! They prepare you for nothing. A seminar on Why you Must Avoid Dying Under A Train would have been nice.
And so, with the help of frankly impressive upper arm strength, she pulled herself off the ground and hobbled off in the search of her legs all the while mumbling about the shortcomings and faults of the Educational System under her breath.
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Fumbling for Feet
HumorLoosely based on the Japanese urban legend of a woman who just can't find her legs. Proceed with caution, I did ~not~ take this seriously.
