This post is in response to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers.
The rules are below:
My story follows the picture prompt below:
They told me this day would come but I never believed them. Unknowing to my doctors that arch I will pass under is a grim reminder of why I came here in the first place. I was trying to make it under a similar arch when the IED went off. I remember trying to make it but my legs would not obey. Looking down I could see why. They were not there.
So today I leave this hospital under my own power. They are not my real legs but they will help me march toward my future.