Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge!
She knew they were all staring at her as she limped over to see the ponies. Seven year old Jenny swallowed hard and tried to cover her gleaming metallic leg brace with her coat.
“They’re all looking at me,” she whispered sadly to herself.
“Why right you are little one! How did you know the brown one was thinking just that?”
Jenny stared up at the man with twinkling blue eyes and grey hair.
He pointed to the pony with the half burnt mane.
“She loves all the attention. Just look at the black one making funny faces, trying to get us to look towards him,” he crouched down near Jenny.
“She’s the only one that’s different you know. We aren’t all that lucky, to be different…but some of us are!” he smiled.
Celebrating her twenty-fifth birthday, Jenny hobbled confidently up to the podium amid a thunder of applause.
“I dedicate this award to the gentleman who made me believe that I was the luckiest girl in the world.”
Yes, they were all staring at her and this time, she was indeed the luckiest one in the room.