A Wait May Be Too Late
By Bart Vogelzang

The bubbles of the swirl pool stroked Ken’s skin like faint remembrances of Todd’s fingers, so many years ago. He could remember the love in each trace, and once again feel the passion for his love; a passion that would never be fulfilled. He held on for another moment of bliss, till his father pulled him out of his reverie and back to the stark reality of his endless barren existence. If only he had said something to his parents before it was too late. If only he hadn’t decided to wait.

Carefully Steven pulled his son into the lift sling, to get him back into the wheelchair to take him home. He missed his son’s zest for life, and even though he loved his son with all his heart, he sometimes wondered if saving his life to a lifetime of being paralyzed and mute had really been the right thing to have done. However, he knew his love for Ken would endure forever, and was sure Ken basked in every minute of it.

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