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… In that moment something magical happened …
Her world expanded beyond the constricting bands of pain wrapped around her heart. The fire in her knee receded and the whisper of the old tree’s tiny leaves grew to a roar. The space underneath the leaves shimmered and she knew, knew without a doubt, that something was trying to slip through from another place.
She often carried a backpack, well stocked with pain-killers and pencils, pens and handkerchiefs. She didn’t like tissues. One decent blow and they shredded to bits. It also held her recovery journal.
Her hands opened the cloth bound journal of their own accord and wrote down what she was seeing.
That was how the first scene of the first full length novel she’d ever written began.
Months passed as the pain became easier to bear and her mobility increased. Her knee crept past a 20 degree bend, then 30, then 45 degrees on a good day when it wasn’t raining and her physiotherapy went easily. She could almost walk with out a limp.
What surprised her the most was that these wondrous things almost seemed like tiny milestones compared to the words that flowed onto the pages of her journal every day as she sat under the old tree.
A year passed and the anniversary of her accident rose above the horizon. Her knee stopped bending at the 90 degree mark. For the rest of her life it would never bend any further.
If others pitied her, she never noticed. She was glad to be able to walk, to run if she had to, to go up and down stairs, one at a time if necessary. And she wrote.
On the day of that 1st anniversary two things happened, she moved from the small country town where she’d lived for a very long time, and she finished the story.
Her physical healing was complete. She packed the story away with her few treasures and mostly forgot about it for the next ten years.
Then, one day something magical happened …
“Girls who put out are tramps. Girls who don’t are ladies. This is, however, a rather archaic usage of the word. Should one of you boys happen upon a girl who doesn’t put out, do not jump to the conclusion that you have found a lady. What you have probably found is a lesbian.” – Fran Lebowitz