Dan pulled the sock over his stump, then attached the prosthetic leg. He hated the thing. It made his stump ache and the difference in weight threw his balance off. He used to run marathons. Now he was lucky to walk a city block before pain made sweat bead on his forehead.
The doctors told him it took some people that way. Their body never got the message that the limb was gone. He had to live with the pain, or in a wheelchair.
He put on his uniform and made sure everything was exact. His girlfriend sighed before hugging him.
"They won't give your job back just because you look good."
"I can't sit around and collect a pension," Dan said. "All that work to get this far, I need just a little more."
"I'll drive you there," Cindy said. She knocked back the last of her coffee and grabbed h
