*Writing practice: to take a provocative image and immerse myself in the imaginary world, writing from a particular character point of view, emotion, or etc.
See that fence in the background, the split rail one. I wanted it in the picture with me because that’s how I sprained my ankle, being funny, climbing over it and thinking I was so clever, trying to jump off and didn’t see that hole in the ground, stepped in and Ouch! Howl! I fell over then, into the wet grass, skirts tangled. Joseph carried me back to the house and Doc came in a few hours, I had a small packet of ice and had made a compress of herbs to soothe it. I could feel the twisting, my leg seemed to want to go the other way then it is suited for. Left foot up on the ottoman, feeling useless as Marie bustled in the kitchen, thank god this was her day to come in. I felt so young clambering over that fence, and so betrayed by a limb that decided to fold into itself.
So I want you to see that fence behind me in this photograph, four rails high – this was my undoing, my enemy, my windmill, all the battles against which were folly. Was my mind so deceived that I could not foresee any consequences? A grown lady, a woman in full skirts and of an age to know better, clamoring like a six year old. it serves me right to have gotten hurt, I deserved no less. In my life an injury is a liability, it will keep you down and—
CELLOPHANE 