She ran. She ran because she could.
She had watched as the son of Apollo talked to Chiron.
"She will never run again." he said with a tinge of sadness.
"What a Shame! She had such talent." said the Centaur.
Tears slipped down the girl's pink cheeks.
"We'll run to the finish line together this summer."
"Race you to the stop sign?"
Memories flooded her brain.
It was their fault.
The Gods.
The War. The fallen billboard had crushed her fragile legs.
And then, she ran.
She ran because she could.
She ran for those who couldn't.