gait - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Her gait was straight and strong, as if she was an arrow right on target.
She had a gait that suggested she was a champion of some healed injury, that she had once been rocked to her core but learned how to rock the world anew.
He had the gait of a stage queen and was all the more fabulous for it.
Grandpa moved like a clockwork soldier at times, especially in winter. He said it was the shrapnel he got in the war, somehow the injury never fully healed. It didn't stop him though, he hobbled just as fast as the rest of us walked, often faster. I asked him once, about the day it happened, and his face fell into an expression I'd never have associated with his features before. Under that exuberant personality was someone more vulnerable than I could have guessed. He was in a truck on the way to the battle of el Alamein in Egypt, the side was only canvas. The fabric was no barrier to the metal shard and neither was his flesh. He spent the battle in a Cairo hospital, and likely it saved his life. He couldn't understand why he lived when so many "better men" died, he couldn't even speak the names of his fallen friends without bracing his face to stiffness. I never asked again. We talked about the town garden competition, about radio shows and runner beans. He'd earned it.
There was a warrior in that gait, for though he had obvious challenges, he was moving forwards with great confidence.