I saw the lady across the lake. 

Running. 

I spun my wheelchair. Grabbed the binocs.

“Shit,” I said to no one. I’d been alone 10 years…since the accident.  

“Oh, wait. There she is.”  

She’d run so far I could barely see her.

“That’s weird. She’s in a skirt, blouse, and wedge sandals.” 

I was ready the next day. Binocs in hand. 

She zoomed by…five days in a row. Same outfit. 

I watched. I smiled. 

And then nothing.  

On the tenth day I gave up, cried, denied, couldn’t breathe, chest pains. 

Emptiness replaced my heart. 

I’d lost my only friend.