(Author’s Note: Do you know how sore a person can get if they have not actually gone to a gym and exercised properly? Well, I’m that guy. Arms are about as sore as can be. But, you know what? It’s worth it. In 6 months, in 1 year, I will be further in shape. This is good for a writer. And, further, Happy Independence Day. To all veterans who fought for our freedom: We cannot owe you enough. There is not enough in this world to give that makes up for the years you sacrificed. Take honor in what you have done. Here’s the fictioneers!)
Life Is A Lemon…
by Miles H. Rost
Gasps so loud, they silenced everything else.
The protesters outside the conference center couldn’t believe what they saw.
A college-aged woman had walked through their line, stood in front, and took off her leg.
Cherry strands of hair glided across her face as a breeze came through.
She stood there, hands stretched to the side, on one leg.
For 5 minutes, no one moved. No one did anything. They just stood and stared.
She smiled, looking around.
“I think y’all got the point,” she said, as she put her leg back on.
She put her pant leg down, and walked away.