Angol
Penny winced as she took the last step before throwing herself down into the porch chair. She hated walking. She hated doing anything, including living here on the ranch, but what other option did she have?
Since her accident, her friends had abandoned her, and she was incapable of doing pretty much anything that she used to do. Everything was painful in some way or other, whether that be emotionally or physically.
At this point, it all ran together, and Penny couldn't tell what-was-what. It was just as painful for her to watch her neighbor's daughter ride by on her horse as it was to walk across the porch. She shoved a crutch defiantly with her good foot.
Life was fragile, something that many people didn't seem to realize. Penny hadn't realized it until hers had come to an end. One moment she had been riding through the prairie enjoying her day and the next her horse had been out of control and her life had come to a screeching halt.
Doctors from several different towns had all had a chance to look at her foot, they had all tried different methods and different cures to fix it, but it had been to no avail. They had no luck at making it even slightly better.
If she could only walk normally again, the pain wouldn't be such a burden. She couldn't even take herself to town to help with grocery buying anymore. Even if someone drove her, she couldn't bear the constant staring and whispering of everyone who saw her....Everyone except Rex, the new ranch hand.
