The brave may not live forever but the cautious do not live at all. – Meg Cabot
You know how sometimes you read a short story and the first thing you wish, when it ends, is that it’d been much, much longer? Yeah, me too. Odd, then, that finishing Permanently Legless didn’t leave me feeling that way, when, if there’s a story that ought to have made me feel that way, this one would be it. Not that I wouldn’t have taken more, but here’s the thing: there was so much there in so few words that it surely must mean the words JL Merrow used to tell the story couldn’t have been in a more perfect order.
It really doesn’t take much in the way of imagination for me to love who Chris and Josh are. Chris is a veteran who was disabled in the war in Afghanistan, and though the Taliban rearranged his life in ways he never would have asked for, Chris managed to make a new life around the miracle of his having survived at all. Josh is the young man Chris had a one-off with just before he’d shipped out on his tour of duty with little more than a name, phone number, and memories of a few hours spent together. Josh is the man who never forgot those hours that changed both of the men in profound ways, time that has remained a connection between them, the past, and the present.
Theirs is a story of throwing caution to the wind, of taking a leap of faith and finding that to love is the ultimate act of courage. In case you’re still wondering how much I loved this story… I’ve already read it three times. That’s how much.