Treehouse

Ana Cristina Alvarez

In St. Louis, I used to hit Wiffle balls with my dad’s prosthetic leg.
He had several, but this was the prosthetic leg he hated most because it didn’t look like a real leg. There were no bumps or indents indicating toes, no plastic toenails where toenails should be. Just a leg that curled into something brick-like resembling a foot.
He preferred to wear a prosthetic leg that looked like a real leg attached to a real foot, though he always wore tennis shoes, and he always wore jeans.
You wouldn’t know he had one leg unless you asked.

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Ana Cristina Alvarez attends the University of North Carolina Wilmington, where she is pursuing an MFA in fiction. She bakes one hell of a flan.

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