"...It is drizzling when we land and the steps out of the plane are slippery. I begin my descent slowly, ignoring the stinging pain around my left wrist. One step. Two steps. Three steps. Stop. I am doing good. Six steps. I feel breath leaving my lungs. I am not sure I can do this anymore. My arms are frozen but my crutches are moving. Fuck, no! Screams from frightened women. I feel my plastic cast slam against the stairs before many hands grab different parts of my falling body..."
Read more of my newly published narrative non-fiction piece here in Evergreen Review.