My entry for this week's Five Sentence Fiction hosted by Lillie McFerrin
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Five years had passed since the near fatal acccident that left her paralyzed, her dreams of ever making it as a top-ranking cyclist now shattered, but Julia felt that there was still something inside of her that not even the worst catastrophe known to humanity could ever take away from her; her goal-driven character.
She had realized this through a dream she had while undergoing a surgery, her feet dangling just above the ground, levitating toward a green patch of botanical life she knew well as a child that instilled a sense of being safe and protected.
She was warmed by that feeling, but the feeling grew dull too quickly, and she found herself wanting to shake away that comfort zone, kicking and pushing away with fierce defiance.
The illusion gradually brittled and faded into a white brightness, eventually replaced by a man dressed in white, her doctor, who then leaned close to her ear and said, "Julia, can you hear me...can I get you something?"
With a dry sore voice, Julia nodded and said, "A phone book, please...wanna speak with my trainer about a new plan."