A Boy Walked Up To My Wheelchair And Said He Could Make Me Walk Again

Maybe nerves.

Maybe something buried deep inside me that I couldn’t explain.

“Three.”

Something moved.

I froze.

For a moment I thought I imagined it.

Then it happened again.

My toes curled.

Tiny.

Weak.

Barely noticeable.

But they moved.

My toes moved.

After twenty years.

My foot shifted.

Only an inch.

But it shifted.

Greg’s wine glass stopped halfway to his mouth.

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