She didn’t care what they said about the cold or snow. To her, it was paradise. After four years in the desert fighting a damned war that never should have been fought to begin with, she was home.
H – O – M- E!
She was home, and that was all that mattered, right?
She looked down to the pile of blankets that covered her new stump. She wouldn’t be hitting the slopes this winter, or the tobog that she loved. It didn’t matter. She was home…
And it was snowing…
Cold, wet, blustery…
And she loved every damned flake!
Author late addition: The one to whom this story is based is a Proud hero. They have displayed courage beyond courage and bravery beyond that. They are now not only walking on a new prosthetic, but also running, swimming, and yes – Ski-ing! 🙂 Thank you all for your lovely comments of which I am sharing with them as I type this. They are smiling, giggling, and sharing their own thanks for you liking their story.
This story is written for Friday Fictioneers, a wonderful weekly writing challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you would like to read more interesting 100 word stories, or to submit one of your own, please join us all at: https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/02/22/24-february-2017/ . Just follow the little blue frog. 🙂