Sometimes a small light in a tunnel, a winter’s day. Twenty four hours by eighteen with darkness. Only a memory flashes by. A moment as a traveler in a wheelchair along dark culverts – heading for the goal. Searching for the light and a new step for a life at home again.
What happened before and after is a mystery? A detective work. His journey was close to death. The ruler reduced the distance between the car and the ground to just one centimeter. The one who separated life from death.
To be home was a start to win it back, the lost moments he doesn’t have or not to remembered. Only he could felt the presence of the guardian angels, that moment. As an echo in the block, all rumors of his death, was more fake as death of the civilization. It lives, and he too.
The specific relevant content for this demand, if necessary, delimited with characters: Short steps ahead became a fight. Thoughts and decisions from people dictated the path. They had more to say about the boy’s future. Wounded both on the inside and physically on the outside, all obstacles became higher and all roads even longer.
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He is back on his feet. He is not interested in jumping faster ahead. His eyesight is a minor obstacle. Could the future be blind? He has full sight in one eye. He only has ten percent vision in the other due to scars from the accident. This made all shortcuts in life seem far away.
What could he do later and why did he have to start over the third grade, again? Did he have enough power to start over? Could he build a future with what it takes to succeed as a human?
© Björn “Blomman” Blomqvist 2021-06-20
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