The Hero

The air was crisp as they made their way outside. Clear blue skies marred only by the mist caused by their breath. The hotel lobby led into a park, which, if you followed it round, led to the touristy bay front. They had decided tot walk around the park and if they felt up to it maybe into the bay front for some window shopping and people watching. Maybe a cafe where they could watch the ships come and go. Some days were better than others and often they wouldn’t know until they started how long they would last. That was to be expected when you passed eighty and were staring at ninety. She sat in a wheelchair. He could have used a cane or walker, but put off buying either. Pushing the wheelchair helped him keep his balance. Besides, where would he go without her?

The ramp outside the hotel was steeper than she liked. Continue reading The Hero →