Out on a Limb

Looks can be deceiving… “Out on a Limb” is for 18+. Below is a snip from the book and may come across as ‘innocent’, but that is only because I do not want to post anything with 18+ content on a public page, since those under 18 can access it. I am sure you all can understand that.

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“Out on a Limb”

 

I was a creature of habit and stuck to a routine. I was the perfect candidate, if someone wanted to kidnap or do harm to me. At 5 a.m., I could be found at Bodies Gym. After that, I was off to shower at my place. Before work, I’d swing by the local coffee shop, Maples, and grab a double chocolate chip Frappuccino with a blueberry muffin. Yeah, it seems like a defeated purpose for going to the gym, but it was also my reason for going.

I made it to Maples, every morning by 8 a.m., but just so happened, I was running late today. My gym card wouldn’t work and I had to hunt down a meathead to help me sign in. Thanks to this misfortune, I wouldn’t be able to sit, at a secluded table, and people watch the regulars. There were so many to watch. One in particularly fascinated me- mystery man.

He was taller than the average guy. If I had to guess, I’d say he was around 6’6’’, but I only saw him sitting down. He always arrived before me and was sitting at table when I strolled in through the door. He had an olive complexion. Both of his arms were sleeved out with miscellaneous, yet harmonious tattoos. His jawline and chin were chiseled like a statue. He wore his hair short and his eyes from afar appeared to be hazelish green. He always kept his baseball cap on his knee and his eyes on his laptop, which sat in front of him on the table. I had seen him for months and he never spoke to anyone. Occasionally, our eyes would meet and I would smile. He would just lower his head and go back to his work on his computer.

“Hey,” I heard a raspy deep voice from behind me say. I turned around and saw the mystery man standing behind me. I smiled politely.

“Hey.”

“Can I treat you to this round,” he said gesturing at the coffee machines in front of us. I wasn’t expecting him to ever speak, let alone to me, “Maybe sit down and get to know one another better?” He was stuttering over his own words.

“Sorry, I can’t, but…”I began to say

“Shallow bitch,” he snarled, “Just because I have a disability, you shoot me down,” I looked him from the top of his head down to his….prosthetic leg. I had seen it before with its decorative American flag and eagle design. I hadn’t seen it as a disability though. The fact that he thought I did was insulting in itself. I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, but never shallow.

“Your…”

“Think just because I have a fake leg that I’m less of a man!” He was now drawing attention from those in the coffee shop. They were staring in horror at us. I finally had enough.

“You disability had nothing to do with why,” he seemed surprised by the words that flew out of my lips harshly. “In fact, your ‘leg’,” I said throwing up air quotation marks, “makes you more man than all the men in here! Now if you excuse me, I need to get to work,” I stormed out of there before he could get another word in edge wise.