Dot-and-carry limping as she emerged from the clinic, dressed in a short leather skirt revealing a brightly coloured prosthetic. Rapt, like an ass congenital, my eyes I could not avert. It was not so much the spectacle as her manner so extrovert. Such brazen sparks that matched her spiky red hair, a dare-me look that said: I don’t care! and her rebel spirit mocked my stare.