Image courtesy : J Hardy Carroll

Billy noticed the awkward gait. The young man laboured with every step. He was in his late twenties & dressed in anover sized suit.

Suddenly the young man bent over, lifted his trousers & dismantled what turned out to be a prosthetic leg. He left it on the street, hobbled to a nearby bench & sat down.
Billy looked at him questioningly.

The young man smiled pleasantly “Lost my leg to an accident a couple of months back”. Billy pointed at the prosthesis on the street. The young man grinned “On my way to my first job interview after the accident. So I broke my leg… you know for good luck”

Note: This post is a part of Friday Fictioneers, a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.


  1. Dear Ryan,

    That gave “break a leg” new meaning. It applies for luck in theatre but I never would’ve thought of it for a job interview. 😉 Clever story. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. 😀



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