PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Mom always told him to put his best foot forward.
So he did.
He pulled it off and placed it in front of his wheelchair. It was the shorter prosthesis, the one that didn’t need straps around the hip to secure and the one he could even put a bit of weight on. Well, on good days, at least.
A sigh climbed in his chest, but he shook it off, took a deep breath, arranged the cardboard sign, and began:
“Oh say, can you see?…”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge