“Only the legs mattered.  The photographer had shot the bare legs in midstride, the milkshake thickness of thigh, the bony blossom of knee, the quick curve of calf, the plump sandaled feet, the perfect red-tipped toes.  Only the legs mattered.  They filled the frame.  A fringe of bright blue fabric nipped the knee but only the legs mattered.”

Marie Bacigalupo’s “Legs” is today’s Sunday Story.