Prompted by: EJ
Actual suggestion: She grinned. “How’d you get up there?”
The first thing she spotted?
No surprise since it matches the $10,000 KTM sitting in our garage.
That would be my off-road bike.
The exact same one I dropped from a cliff (on purpose) and crashed (not on purpose).
I’ve always loved the spotlight. And an audience.
Nothing changed after I broke my back.
Nothing changed after I lost the use of my legs.
So the first chance I got?
I shook up a can of fluorescent green spray paint and went to town on the boring black frame of my brand new ride.
Now the thing’s so damn bright it’s practically glowing.
So, of course, she spotted my wheelchair first.
My empty wheelchair.
I watched as her delicate brows furrowed, confusion spreading across her heart-shaped face.
It was adorable.
She scanned the backyard. Frowned. Did a second scan. Followed by a deeper frown.
Chuckling, I yelled down, “Looking for something, babe?”
Pretty hazel eyes lifted to meet mine in an instant, squinting slightly against the morning sun. “What are you doing, honey?”
“Just fixing the leaky roof for my beautiful wife.”
She grinned. “How’d you get up there?”
I grinned back with a wink. “I have my ways.”
What’s the prompt for next week, guys?
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