General

As far as Diavya was concerned, whoever invented crutches should be shot on sight. The infernal sticks clunked along the hard baked earth, and with each clunk they jolted him in the armpit. The cushioning under the arm was supposed to be soft and comfortable, but no matter how he adjusted it or folded it it was still like being repeatedly poked with a hard stick. After only a quarter of the way to school he was sore and irritable. Already the once white plaster cast on his foot was dirty and brown.

By ravinder, October 16, 2013.