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

face went pale.

The café fell silent.

Utterly silent.

Every conversation.

Every laugh.

Every sound.

Gone.

“Daniel…” Mark whispered.

I couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t think.

Couldn’t look away.

I stared at my shoe.

Then at the boy.

Then back at my foot.

The boy wasn’t surprised.

Not even slightly.

As if he had expected exactly this outcome.

“Who are you?” I whispered.

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