Super

[Another piece dedicated to a neighbor of mine, the previous one being BLIND. This one’s flash fic for a change.]

Super

Gliding forward without touching the ground, he makes his way home: a fortress but not of solitude, she by his side. While the quadriplegic can only stare at the sky, the caretaker chooses to remain.

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