Learning to walk again. (100 words)
I was glad when she bumped her head.
Having a beautiful girl duplicate your stupidity makes you feel less stupid.
“This is the moon folks, you’re going to have to learn to walk all over again.”
We were neither the first nor the last to bump our heads in Lunar Port.
She looked at me, laughing. “Fancy a walk?”
Jane became graceful on the moon, the closest any earther ever got to the ethereal grace our children effortlessly possess.
It took a few years.
I learned to trudge, lightly.
We were the first to marry in Emerald City.