I am a student of law. A terrible bike accident resulted in the amputation of my left leg, leaving me with a stiff wooden leg without a knee jointt. My left arm is also gone, replaced by a prosthetic arm, which hangs uselessly at my side, immovable.
Entering the public library, my purpose is to work on an essay. But every time I need to get a new book from the shelf it's a struggle and I'm making a lot of noise. I notice a boy behind the counter who keeps his gaze fixed on me. The persistent attention makes me uneasy, but I carry on with my work. When I need to fetch another book a... Show more