The rain would make being agile difficult. That would be limited as it was. She waited at the table as agreed, unable to believe they were doing this. Here she was, waiting for the guy she swiped right on, who responded in kind. Neither believed an app existed for the non-able-bodied starving for physical contact. Yet here she was in her wheelchair, wearing a skirt and crotchless panties for ease of access. Ridiculous. Embarrassing. Desperate, and too late, because as she pulled up their chat to cancel, a shadow fell over her screen. “Hi,” he said. Too late, all right.
Erica Sharlette is of West Indian and Asian descent. London-born, Sharlette uses writing as an escape from the daily battle of seventeen chronic, degenerative illnesses. Find Erica on Facebook and Instagram @EricaSharlettesWords and on Twitter @ESsWords.