Ordinary Love Stories: Hopscotch
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with an invalid called Hopscotch. She smells of blackberry crush and juvenile lust.
Every week I visit her in hospital and every week she greets me from her bed with humbling eyes that bring joy to my life. But today I found her sitting outside in the pouring rain swearing at the elderly people waiting for a bus.
‘What’s wrong?’ I shouted, as she sobbed in her chair, her world apparently crushed.
‘I’ve spent all flipping day on E-flipping-bay, and I can’t find a prosthetic leg in my size.’
‘Oh Hopscotch’ I sighed, ‘let’s get you inside, as your wheelchair is starting to rust’.