‘Man, all I want is to eat a Mud Pie Mojo at the Cold Stone Creamery on North Marion Street. I’d give my other damn leg just to get back there.’
‘You’ll get there. Give it time.’
‘Easy for you to say.’
‘Never said it would be easy.’ Rachel felt the scar tissue and the strange contours as she massaged. ‘You got someone waiting there for you?’
‘I’ll make a deal with you. You do the physio, get yourself out of here, I’ll come to Chicago and we’ll share a Mud Pie Mojo together.’
‘Deal, Doc,’ he smiled.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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