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I’ve got your favourite pizza for dinner…

starman — Sun, 25 Mar 2018 20:42:42 +0000

Talya looked up at him but didn’t reply.

“Come on, Milady, I’ve got your favourite pizza for dinner…”

Returning her gaze to the ocean, “Is swimming good for me?” Talya asked.

“I’d say so. It’s a muscle stimulant, but you know that. They’ve put you in the pool at the hospital many times.”

“Yeah, but that’s not the same as really swimming, is it?”

“No, it isn’t. I’m sure by the summer; you’ll be able to go swimming.”

“Can we go now?”

“Now? I don’t think so. You need to get a little stronger before you venture in open waters, matey. Remember your legs won’t help you anymore.”

I need to be somewhere where having legs doesn’t matter.

starman — Sun, 18 Mar 2018 07:43:26 +0000

“I need to be somewhere where having legs doesn’t matter. Somewhere I could move without having to manoeuvre a stupid wheelchair and somewhere no one needs to help me lie down, get up, or roll around.”

“Okay, let’s plan something for next weekend, okay?” Aziz suggested.

One of her rare smiles appeared on her face. Aziz could have lifted her to the sky for one of those smiles. He waited every hour of every day now to see a smidgen of pleasure light up her face.

“What kind of pizza did you get?” Talya asked, wheeling herself to the kitchen.

“Mushroom and cheese, and I bought a tin of anchovies.”

Unable to get out of bed at night

starman — Sun, 11 Mar 2018 12:41:16 +0000

Confined to a wheelchair, her main pleasure appeared centred on being alone outside. Unable to get out of bed at night, she would roll herself onto the carpet in the early hours of the morning to drag her body to the terrace door. The nurse would find her on the floor, staring at the ocean or asleep, her head leaning against the windowpane.

Her apartment had become her cage. She had concentrated mainly on learning to move about without the use of her legs as much as was allowed or possible. Ultimately, she had given up on the idea and got used to her wheelchair, although she still preferred sitting on the ground when she was alone. It was as if the floor or the barren ground gave her a sense of vitality, absorbing her pain and restoring her will to live.

the man responsible for her misery

starman — Sun, 04 Mar 2018 07:38:37 +0000

She spared some thoughts for the man responsible for her misery, a man she had loved, a man who had become an assassin. He could have killed her, but he didn’t. Why, had been the question that had superseded every other since the shooting. She couldn’t get him out of her mind. She loathed the sight of him now. Yet, she wanted to see him again. She wanted to unreel her vengeful torment upon him. The rage she felt was oddly intertwined with the memory of the times they spent together—the beaches, the sunshine, the warmth of the day…

Her once vibrant, blonde curls

starman — Wed, 28 Feb 2018 07:38:21 +0000

Her once vibrant, blonde curls lay flaccid around her head like a scarf of despair. Her once lovely face was now the portrait of the all-consuming pain she had endured for the past several months.