I Saw a Biker Steal a Wheelchair From a Crying Old Woman Outside Walmart

faucet.”

“For how long?”

“Forty years. This May.”

“What about the wheelchair?”

Joan smiled for the first time that afternoon. A small tired smile.

“He noticed my wheelchair was giving me trouble, maybe six years into it. The first one I had was an old hospital chair from the insurance company. Heavy as sin. Hard to push. Footrests kept falling off.”

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