Writing Stories We Can’t Possibly Write: A One-Armed Man Flirts With Me. (via Nicole Monaghan)

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A guy flirts with me.  I see him looking, then again.  He has, I think, only one arm.  In my chest, an ache.  In my head, dozens of questions form stories.  Was he born with the deformity?  Was his arm caught in some kind of machinery during a terrible accident?  Did a horrifying disease make an amputation necessary?  Was he part of a rescue mission in which he sacrificed his own arm to spare someone's life?  I'm embarrassed by my own thoughts.  … Read More

via Nicole Monaghan

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