Atrophy Cost Me My Ten Toes

100-ish Word Covid Tale

(A Short Story)

My two legs stopped working. So I thought I’d jump start both by jogging to the coffee shop—the one with green bricks and baristas who, by choice, refuse to remember names. Three challenges getting there:

Challenge One: Finding my toes. I’d lost them under my desk. When I found the ten, bound up in dark electrical wire, my toes—they didn’t fit.

So the second challenge was reattaching my toes. Doing this without coffee proved impossible.

Yeah, the last challenge was overcoming my disappointment of not getting coffee. It’s fine. It’s fine because I can’t remember where Green Brick Coffee is anyways.

First published here on Substack, December 16, 2021