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Another plaster story

Sitting inside her apartment, watching the dark clouds drift by, she suddenly felt like a little girl again instead of the young woman she had become. The first rain drops started trickling down, making their way across the window like tears rolling down a cheek. She feels stuck, imprisoned in her own apartment. Not because she has no choice, but because her leg is fixed in a piece of plaster. The hope of just one week in the plaster turned into three and eventually just over six. Six weeks on crutches and counting! Well, that’s a challenge for a girl who normally walks, runs and rides her motorbike everywhere!

When the clouds stopped pouring their sadness over the world, she had enough of it. She started rummaging about in the storage room till she whipped out a plastic bag big enough to fit her plaster. She would go to the garage! Even if just to look at her motorcycle and check if it is doing okay. First, two flights of stairs to hop down. Then, across the parking lot till the garage at the furthest end. Every hop some water splashes up. Apparently there is a hole somewhere in the plastic bag. She can feel her toes getting wet. Oh well, as long as they are not soaked, the plaster will be fine. Finally, the garage! There she stands. The majestic r850gs, high and dry on her centre stand, just silently waiting for the key to be placed in the ignition and ready to roar back to life. For now she however remains silent. The girl hops closer and places her hand on her sturdy companion. Wherever she goes, she knows that her bike will support her and take care of her, but this is a journey she has to withstand on her own. She strokes the tank and, against better judgement, decides to get on the bike. Not because it will make a difference, but because that is what makes her feel at home.

She says goodbye to her bike and starts her hop back inside. Through the puddles, up the stairs and into the couch, placing her leg on the living room table. Sometimes it is the small victories that make all the difference.

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