Photographer: Dawn M.Miller
“Perfect!”cried June, running up the path. “Oh, Paul! How did you find it?” June was small as if compacted into her body. Dark hair spilled out of her braid, amber eyes flashed. The gazebo sat within a conservation area near their home.
She waited for the purr of the wheelchair motor. More like a travel pod than wheelchair, Paul, a digital engineer, designed it. Physically challenged vets like him were part of the assembly crew, creating them in a clean, modern facility built inside an old mill.
June and Paul’s original wedding was cancelled when his unit was called back to Iraq. “Damn war,” thought Paul. “June is stuck with half a man.”
That he wasn’t whole didn’t matter to June. She was just glad Paul was alive. She was marrying the man she loved with all her heart. They would work out all the rest.
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (fffaw), #14, week of May 20, 2015.
© phylor, 2015