“It’s too early. My knee won’t take my weight.”
Her therapist warns, “You need to walk on it or your knee will never properly heal.”
“That evening, in the kitchen, Sara juggles the crutches and knife. When a cucumber peel falls to the floor, she is scared to even poke it. She fears the crutch will slip and drop her on the tile, doing more damage to her knee.
Three days later the cucumber has shriveled, a third its original size, reminding her of her own lame leg. She crushes it with her crutch so it can no longer mock her.