Erin sat in a chair along the wall, a knee-length denim skirt pulled up the left side exposing her stump. The spaghetti straps of the black top exposed the shoulders and a small remnant of the right arm. She watched Casey attach the peg leg to the dark-blue carbon fiber socket. In the background, an electric saw buzzed though a plaster mold and in the other part of the shop, a phone rang with no one moving to answer it.
“Ready,” Casey said as she stood the completed peg leg on the rubber tip at the end of the titanium shaft.
Erin stood and hopped six times, her stump swinging to help with the balance and the hem of the skirt flopping in Click to read more