For this week’s TRDC Red Writing Hood prompt we were to take ‘what you know’ out of your comfort zone, and try a new genre, a new time period, a geography you’ve only dreamed of, fantasy or historical instead of contemporary fiction, try the male POV if you usually write women. Or vice versa. Word count 600.
Let’s see how it goes! Constructive criticism welcome and encouraged.
There were no banners welcoming her home when she exited the plane. No photographers. No excited children. No doting parents.
She wondered if there would ever be.
A Specialist from the unit was waiting outside the private terminal in a plain white van with a lift gate. When he saw her rolling his way, he exited to assist her inside and stow the wheelchair.
As they drove toward post, she noticed him glance in the rear view mirror several times, but she made no comment. She had seen herself. She knew this would be her life. Instead, she turned her attention to the blur of objects that passed by the window.
Her mind wandered. She had no less than two years of therapy ahead of her—physical, psychiatric…emotional. She thought of the things she always wanted to do when she got out and wondered how many were still possible. Running her first marathon was definitely out of the question; that much was clear. Her internal monologue began broadcasting messages like this louder each day. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to tune the world out or turn in further.
She didn’t care.
Her hand slowly ran over the tender, knotted lump at her mid-thigh. The words of the doctor in Germany rang in her head:
“If only it had been a little lower, I think you would have been a great candidate for the running prosthetic. As it stands now, you have a hell of a lot of work ahead of you before you even think about getting back on a track. Let’s just concentrate on learning to walk again, shall we?”
“We’re here, Sergeant.”
She looked up, briefly, trying to keep the unburned side of her face turned toward him. “Thank you.” She whispered.
After hobbling into the seat of her wheelchair, she glanced at the massive hospital complex sprawled out in front of her.
“Home sweet home.” She sighed under her breath.