He healed Me

~chapter ten~✔️

~chapter ten~

For the rest of the day they glided over roads, hills, and plains. On the trail of the memories that brought a smile to Andy's face from time to time. Andy winced and rolled his eyes up, looking at Dario with his dark eyes that never stopped.

"What's the matter?", Dario asked. But Andy just grinned and looked forward again.

streets

hill

levels

The trail of his memories.

Then Dario slowed down. A yellow and black sign on Stra Bentand."Looks like a good place to eat."

Andy gurgled and bobbed his head up and down like a nod. "Wait here," Dario said, turning off the rakmobile. "And turn on the anti-theft device."

With these words he disappeared behind a dark wooden door

Andy looked at the sign, the door and the wall on which a creeper drew winding paths. There was also a climbing plant in the center that climbed two floors up to the roof. Fabiola said you could climb from it up to the sun, and some people tried, but they fell down, so one day someone was called to cut the plant down. Because it was dangerous to get to the sun.

Andy would have climbed gem, ran up the wall like a lizard. If he had had legs, that is, real legs, then he would have tried it immediately, of course, on the spot, it would have been the first thing he would have done. Or no, maybe not, maybe he would have run first. Or jumped. yes, jumped First suddenly losing contact with the world and then, boom!, landing with your feet on the ground again. You can't jump when you're in a wheelchair. You can race with it if you want, you can move very fast, Fa biola would do that sometimes and push Andy down the sloping road. But jumping - that was not possible.

Suddenly someone inside was heard yelling angrily.

"Asshole!” Dario yelled as he came out the door. He ran backwards, stumbling as if he were being pushed.

"Who did you call that asshole?" a man asked and started building

himself in the door. He looked at Dario, then at Andy. He waved his hand as if to shoo a fly. "Get out, go!" he shouted. Then he disappeared and pulled the door behind him. Dario gave him the finger. He picked up a stone, peppered
him against the door

"What's going on?" Andy asked.

"Let's go," Dario replied.

What happened then?

»Oh nothing, that was just an asshole.<

"A-hole", Andy repeated.

"Exactly. And we don't eat here."

"A-hole"

Dario laughed. He climbed into the Rakmobil and drove off. It was getting dark

Nowhere to rest, no bar, no inn, nothingness, emptiness. Desert.

Then finally a light on the street. A house. A window. Dario stopped the wheelchair