by a contributor

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.


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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