Below is my submission to Literary Lion’s weekly challenge. Hope you enjoy!
The dream had been hers since a little girl. She had always believed it would come true, but as Jessica surveyed the new model she was overcome with doubt.
Would it work? The last four had been failures, and she worried this one would prove the same. Balling her hands into tight fists, Jessica bitterly whispered, “What choice do I have…”
Just for a moment, Jessica, let her mind wander backward to the first day she had awakened to the truth. She allowed herself to relive, once again, all of the shock, anger and depression.
She did this without guilt. After all, she had made a pact with herself, during those first days, to permit herself a good fifteen minutes of feeling the emotions full force. The deal had been to embrace all of its ugliness. She allowed herself to scream, curse, hit and throw anything within reach, during that allotted time. After the rage she would, number one: Accept the truth that had become her life; and number two: Get her ass up and do something about it.
Keeping this oath is how Jessica had coped for the last six months.
At first it had been hard to let go of the rage in only fifteen minutes. In the early days, every vase of flowers, within reach, was thrown against the wall. Her language had been quite colorful. Jessica smiled as she remembered how creative she had been with the string of profanities. She totally lived up to the stereotype. The woman could cuss!
Slowly, as time progressed, the allotted fifteen dwindled. Today, it had only been five minutes of rage with no flower causalities and few curse words.
Jessica felt a surge confidence, and said in a firm, even tone, “I can do this”.
Without another thought, Jessica reached for the new model and fitted it to what remained of her left leg. The fit was snug and minus the pain of the previous models; however, the true test was yet to come.
Jessica used her crutches to help her stand. Once up and steady, she let the crutches fall to the floor. Jessica grimaced, and carefully leaned her weight to the right. Slowly the left leg extended with its new prosthesis. Once again she shifted her weight but this time to lean on the prosthesis. Jessica extended her right leg and successfully completed the first step, free of pain.
Jessica smiled. She knew nothing, absolutely nothing would keep her from her dream.
Chief Petty Officer, Jessica Ann, decorated war hero would, indeed, dance at her wedding.
11 Comments Add yours
Great story! I can imagine her anger at what has happened to her and her frustration trying to walk again, and then the happy ending when we learn she’s getting married. She has great determination.
Thank you so much!!!
Oh how beautiful and powerful this story is. Good job at it
Awwww, that was really good. So many feelings.
Okay, I might be ever so slightly teary eyed. This hits close to home on quite a few levels. Such a special breed, these men and women.
Aww thank you so much…you are so kind. I agree, our veterans deserve the best.
What a lovely story, I’m sorry to have missed a few of your responses to my prompt, I’m only finding them in the reader now, it seems the pingbacks haven’t been working!
Aww….thank you so much
I may not be doing the pingbacks correctly. I hope I am.
I’m really not sure, I just don’t seem to have any notifications on my page for you like I do with all the others. I will keep an eye out for your next one in the reader and then check the pingback and let you know!