Amputee Stories

"Dance for me, Princesa. Pirouette, tiny dancer." And I twirl around the room, doing penchés, retirés, and Arabesques, giggling and spinning for my Daddy. Loving being his little one and dancing to please him. Pleasing him in every way I can. My arms are lifted into the second position and I go up on pointe. But I glance over along my arm, then cry out.  "Daddy! Please, help me, Daddy. It's gone!" Shaking myself awake I r...

The night is getting late but it's been fun. Jennie and I are still enjoying ourselves. She comes back from a dance with a dude. He kisses her and then finishes his drink.  "Bye ladies. Gotta work tomorrow. I hate working weekends. It's been fun tonight." Nice guy. He's paid for several drinks. I glance over to the corner. The cute guy is still there and he's looking. Definitely at me. "I'll give him something to look at,...

I read the short email that came to my computer that morning: "I cannot thank you enough for what you did. You saved my life that day. I know that it cost you dearly and you may not want to see me and relive the accident, but I would very much like to meet you and thank you properly for your courage and sacrifice." Martina It had been a terrible accident. I had been driving on what we call The Grapevine just north of Whee...