They moved slowly around the block – her sitting motionless in a wheelchair, him dutifully doing the pushing.
It had become a daily ritual ever since their doctor said it would be beneficial to get some fresh air. But the elderly couple could read between the lines. They knew her time was coming to a peaceful end.
He stopped the wheelchair at the corner of Ridge and Woodlawn. He watched her take a wad of chewed gum and smoosh it against the metal pole.
An elderly woman still making her mark.
He smiled, knowing he’d miss her rebellious streak the most.
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