The Leg

Written 27 November 2018

“You're probably going to lose it,” the doctor told me. “The leg, I mean.” he clarified.

“Should I pull the emergency leaver?” I asked, panicking slightly.

“What, and inconvenience all these people?” the doctor said, disapprovingly, gesturing at our fellow passengers, most of whom were heading home after a long day at work.

He was right, of course. So, I just left my leg stuck in the train door. Sure enough, I caught it on the brick wall as we entered a tunnel.

Off it flew.