One Legged SKier

One Legged SKier

There is a short ice up trail going down the hill behind the lift the other way is up the hill the slope is rough no one can ski there anyway its tough. The Blind man would not go there he blanched his glasses whitened on the hill. The homeless does not ski at all he has more snow days left to live. The one legged skier with the home made poles approaches the sign that says NoOneGoes his twenty inches centimeters poles have extra stobs to help him up after he goes down the whole effected like a bronze James Bond taking on the bad men his green liner in the gold hair coat is smelling like a goat he likes the girls that smile at him on the way up he got some phones. Numbers just ignore him. He has one good eye the other opaqued out after he hit that tree back in 1935. He tried to peg leg one of his skis but slalom is the way he frees up his attention spans the hard away lives for one brief moment like a real man. Then he hits and uses his Secret Service poles to get back upright and goes down to the car to go back home. Never sad at leaving now he is just glad he made it snow is spitting flaking all around him as he gets in his Yellow and Green VolksWagon. Bug. A real old timey one. Gas is not a problem going home. Life is good for a one legged skier in the snow.