* Keep the entry to 500 words
* Post on either Monday, February 4th or Tuesday, February 5th
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* "Write about overcoming adversity for something you believe in! It can either be a flash fiction piece, or an episode from your real life. Poetry is fine too."
One of my closest friends has Ehler-Danlos Syndrome, which is an inherited connective tissue disorder. Because of the disorder, her physical appearance is different. Some people look at her strange, and yet they don't know her. She is full of life and one of the sweetest people you could meet! I decided I wanted to share a little flash fiction about someone with Ehler-Danlos in honor of her.
Ehler Danlos Syndrome
By Krista McLaughlin
“No one will want me.”
At twenty years old, Samantha sat upon the stone fence at the university, swinging her legs back and forth. Her life expectancy was only forty years. While other kids were just beginning their lives, hers was half over. She sighed, tucking what little hair she could behind her ear. Samantha stared at the picture of her father; she looked so much like him. But it was genetic and he’d died of the same thing when she was only three years old.
A Frisbee buzzed by a second later. Samantha grabbed tight to the wall.
“I’m so sorry!” the young man apologized. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. You just scared the crap out of me,” Samantha mumbled.
“Hey, you’re in my Child Development 112 class on Tuesday morning, right?”
A smile crossed her lips. “Yeah, I think I am.”
“That’s cool. My name is Jason, by the way,” he said, picking up the Frisbee. “What’s yours?”
Jason nodded. “Cool name. I’ve seen you. I mean, obviously, but you always sit alone in the back of the class and you doodle on your paper. At least I think you do.”
Samantha laughed at his stuttering and it only seemed to make Jason blush more. “I didn’t know anyone was watching me,” she teased.
“Yeah, um… would it be too forward of me to ask you to have coffee with me?” he asked.
Samantha shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know.”
“Come on, I won’t bite.”
“But, what if you don’t like me?” she murmured.
Jason gave her a big smile, exposing his dimples. “Give me and yourself a chance.”
Two years later, Samantha walked down the aisle and married the love of her life. Jason never judged her or asked stupid questions. He loved her for who she was. It didn’t matter Samantha couldn’t have a baby. They adopted a little girl and named her Julia.
She’d known since she was little. Samantha was always different. Bruises would appear on her skin if she barely bumped the table or if she tripped. Her hair was thin and Samantha could barely pull it up. Her green eyes were sunken in. The color of her skin was pale and almost translucent. Numerous hospitals visits with IVs and tubes from collapsed lungs left scars on her skin. She’d always been sick and her mother had explained it, but Samantha never wanted it to control her life.
Samantha didn’t get a long life to some, but to her forty-two short years were enough. One can waste their life wanting or live their life grateful for each day and each moment. Samantha did the later.
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