The Captain Knew Me Before the Passenger Did

him smile again, smaller this time.

The young flight attendant, the one who’d apologized, rushed to clear the aisle. “Captain Morgan, if you don’t mind, let’s get you settled.”

Her hands trembled when she lifted my bag into the overhead.

I sat.

Carefully.

My prosthetic socket had started rubbing near the back of the knee, a mean little burn that meant swelling continue reading …