“Is this what dying feels like?” she asked, and called over her shoulder, “Babe, I think I’m dying. Do I still have legs? I can’t look down. I don’t think I have legs. I don’t think I’ll ever walk again.” “Uh-huh,” Laila said, trotting over to them. “You’d better figure something out, because you’re definitely too heavy for me to carry off this court.” “Rude.”

“Is this what dying feels like?” she asked, and called over her shoulder, “Babe, I think I’m dying. Do I still have legs? I can’t look down. I don’t think I have legs. I don’t think I’ll ever walk again.” “Uh-huh,” Laila said, trotting over to them. “You’d better figure something out, because you’re definitely too heavy for me to carry off this court.” “Rude.”

— Nora Sakavic