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

bars in my garden.

Claire had installed them beside the roses.

Sarah stood at one end.

Eli stood beside her.

Arms folded.

Looking entirely too proud of himself.

“You ready?” he asked.

I laughed.

“Yes.”

“Count with me.”

The same words.

The same voice.

The same boy who changed everything.

“One.”

Claire started crying.

“Two.”

My hands trembled.

“Three.”