You’re not going back to work.
You never will.
That’s what they told me.
That I would never work again.
That I would spend the rest of my life as a cripple.
But I was never going to live like that.
I knew there was a way out.
A way I could get better.
A way I could get back to work.
I knew there was a way.
All I had to do was find it.
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Categories: flash fiction