Staring out his bedroom window, Andrew wished he had zigged and not zagged, listened to his corner rather than charging forward like a bull, but now all he could do was think about what could have been with his leg in a cast and an ice pack that rarely moved from his head.
In the distance, he spotted two eagles perched on a branch; their power was evident even while not in flight, awakening Andrew to work necessary to eventually return to the cage.
Soon, he looked forward to beginning physical therapy; the road to recovery started in the mind.
Word Count: 100
Prompted from the Friday Fictioneers at: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/06/17/12-june-2020/.
Prompted from Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner at: https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2020/06/17/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2020-week-25/.
Prompted from the Word of the Day Challenge at: https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/06/21/awakening/.