Leila has no legs. So none at all.
I do not know, whether to start such a portrait. Isn't there enough of Leila?, otherwise? Leila recently had her second date in five years. But he had another date. And then Leila stood him up. I see Leila every day, but I don't know her. She is beautiful and well-groomed, her hair reaches her hips, until then, where her body ends. An external feature, that's so obvious, cannot be overlooked. Nevertheless, you should definitely pay attention to it, that you see Leila. That the interest is in her, and only her. And that you let her know that, by talking to her about it, what she pretends. on that, what she gives. Maybe you can get to know Leila, if one stubbornly ignores their serious external difference, first. You have to do a little bit of violence. It's tough, because having no legs is such an overtly visible presumption. Certainly there are similar invisible pretensions within man: an organ system full of intoxications, network of tumors, a whole empathy, which is missing, simply torn out … etc. But all of that just turned into the invisible, and because you can't see it, evident, can you hide it, too bad actually: Mountains of impertinence, adhesions, strange landscapes, standard variants, small organisms, who are crippling, etc.
And nevertheless! Nevertheless …. With her moving chair, Leila is faster than any bicycle. I've found, that she always drives in the middle of the street. That she never evades. Once a car came, but Leila is not gone. Her red dress glowed, the light reflected her magenta lipstick, her hair fluttered in the wind. Where can you go, when you're going that fast? I thought. Where can you go …?