An Icy Lot
Jan 2nd, 2018 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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I cautiously got out of my car into the icy lot. A man in a chair was spinning his wheels.
“Do you need any help?” I asked.
“What the hell do I need help for? Everyone thinks the cripple needs help. Damnit, no I don’t need help,” he said.
“I’m sorry, I just thought…”
“That’s your problem. Think too much. What do you know about being crippled?”
“I have schizophrenia,” I said.
“Well, congratulations. We’re both cripples,” he said. He broke a smile and we laughed.
“You don’t feel bad for me anymore do you?”
“Not at all,” I laughed.
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