Fleet Feet

5 minute prompt Sandra Marinella writing workshop: “The Story You Need to Tell” 3–23–18

Where was I going, growing… all fleet feet, then my ankle collapsed under the weight of titan travels and too many years on point dancing with stars and authoring my own constellations. These are strong journey feet, my callous crawling knees pop, and i spend most of my time biting back the bitter betrayal of my body, bent to bane by the paths of its ambitions.