How do you feel? She asked.
Nothing. I feel nothing.
Like an athlete who lost his leg in a moment’s freak accident.
He keeps searching for his phantom limb that sometimes itches but when he extends his hand to scratch, there’s nothing there.
And they say they shall fit another pretty soon. These days, you have near natural prosthesis, you know?
No one will know.
And they say I will get used to it in no time.
No time at all.