She was always the life of the party: moving from group to group, laughing and dancing the night away.
The accident left her paralysed from the waist down. People mourned her lack of movement. “She will not be able to dance!” they said. “She will loose her zest for life,” they said.
They did not know that nothing would get her down – certainly not the accident that derailed her life.
She is still the life of the party. The difference now is that her life-long partner is obliged to participate in her party antics while wheeling her about the room.
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2019
(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)