FFftPP: Left out


I was watching the class with nothing short of envy. It wasn’t like I was able to join in and I’m sure the organisers had been well aware of that when they arranged it. I already knew I had no arms which put me at a disadvantage, but did I really need to know that this would stop me saving a life?

My eyes travelled towards the organisers as I know full well that they would be looking at me. At that moment it should have been grateful that I had no arms because I would have, at the least, flipped them off.

At least I have the release of painting to get rid of my anger and frustration. All I could do was hope that one day I would get to watch as the organisers suffered as they have just proven to me that I would be of no use.

That gave me satisfaction.

Written for flash fiction for the purposeful practitioner


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