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.
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.
Haha! I trust he didn’t really break it – prosthetics cost a fortune!
I LOVE this take!
I think you might want to put a space between “an” and “over”… I was wondering what anover was 😉
This young man has the right perspective on the whole deal… a little humor. I bet he gets that job, too! Great writing!
Great piece.
I lke his attitude! Excellent.
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Hope he gets the job. It’ll pay for a new prosthetic.
Great attitude – a terrific take on the image.
What a different and excellent take. He sounds a fine young man to take everythig in his stride with such humour
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. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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