“Eleanor, let him be” commanded the older woman, “and begin to accept that he’s an invalid now!”
Ignoring the gloomy advice offered by Franklin’s mother, Eleanor concentrated instead on the man propped up in the bed and staring silently out an open window. Polio had withered his legs but not his ambition, and his mother’s words challenged him. The firm set of his jaw and the determined thrust of his chin gave evidence of an unquenchable spirit.
“So, Eleanor,” he said, turning from the window and appraising her readiness, “are you prepared to be my legs?”
Note – written in response to Lillie McFerrin Writes ‘Five Sentence Fiction’ challenge. The word prompt: open.