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“Farewell to Arms” She had only just woken up when she realized that something was amiss. That "something" happened to be her arms. She had intended to enjoy her morning routine. A stretch, a pat of her hair, a brush of her teeth, a use of her arms.
Surprisingly, unlike any normal human being, she didn't panic. She didn't cry out or blame God; she just sat and looked down at the void where her arms once resided. There were no scars or marks to prove how they had vanished. It was as if sometime in the middle of the night, they had quietly rolled out of bed, as if it was a one night stand.
She was heartbroken. Finally, a somber tear rolled down her face. "I thought what we had was special." She didn't feel like an amputee or a victim of any sort. She simply felt as though her companions of so many years had broken up with her. After an hour or so of moping, she picked her chin off the ground and headed out the door. She was already half an hour late for work and hadn’t gotten a chance to attempt to shower, but she made her way to the Moe’s Mannequin Mill. “Did you get a new haircut?” they queried. “Maybe its contacts…I swear you had glasses once,” they considered. None of her co-workers seemed to notice the huge void on her torso. They walked by smiling, trying to get her to cheer up for a problem they didn’t even realize. “Well its only hair, it always grows back you know.” Once she got to her post, things just got worse. Every plastic arm that passed by on the conveyer belt just created another empty lump of sorrow in her throat. She looked down at her legs on the stool as they shook with jealousy over her remorse. “I’m sorry. I really am grateful to still have you guys but it’s just not the same. I can’t eat cereal with you!” Her legs kicked out from underneath her in defeat and she broke down and sobbed, now without even her knees to wipe her tears. Finally she talked her legs into walking again and left work early. Roaming the town, an armful of memories passed through her mind. The arcade where they had spent so many Sunday afternoons, the glove store they loved to peruse, the café. That was the hardest to see. She brought herself to blink back tears and find a window seat. They had come here to enjoy delicious sandwiches and caffeinated beverages every chance they had. She recalled how her fingers would wriggle with excitement at the sight of a turkey wrap landing in front of her. The contentment they presented resting on her full belly after the meal had ended. With her chin on the table top she wondered about what she had done wrong. It had been a while since she had given them a manicure but she didn’t realize they were so materialistic. The bell above the door rang and something in her heart brought her to look up. A peculiar sight to her, a pair of legs walked in on their own. She didn’t stop to question how they had managed to open the door as she followed their path suspiciously with her eyes. They hopped up on a chair and looked lovingly across to their companion opposite them. She had to know who a pair of legs would meet in a café. She walked around the trash can that blocked her view and gasped at her deserting arms. “How could you! You couldn’t even leave me a note! Who is this? You’re replacing me? When did you even meet? I knew I shouldn’t have let you on the internet for so long.” Her legs trembled with anger, even they felt betrayed. Her arms looked to their new significant others and back to their rightful owner and shrugged their hands. “So this is it? After all we’ve been through, you quit on me now. You’ll be sorry.” She tried to convince herself of those last words and let her condescending limbs pat her on the waist as they exited with their new sleazy legs. She just stood there in disbelief as she watched her best friends scuttle away. As she turned away from the door to try and figure out what to do next, the bell rang again. In her heart she knew it wasn’t them but she had lost control of her legs. They pulled her to turn around quickly. “What has gotten into you? Don’t boss me!” She heard a small gasp come from the door and looked up. There he was rolling in on a skateboard, legless and charming. He pulled himself up to her and they just stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. “Hi. I’m armless.” “I’m legless. It’s nice to meet you.” They couldn’t help but chuckle at the unfortunate irony of their encounter. “Would you like to sit down with me for a little while? It’s been a rough day and I have a feeling you’d understand.” Her eyes lit up for the first time all day as she accepted. He gently grabbed a hold of her leg and she helped him roll back to her table. In return, he pulled out her chair for her and helped her eat her beloved turkey wrap. Hope had returned to her life and she finally felt complete, even without those hussies of arms.
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