Waiting on a Miracle
by Esther Avila
Jack watched the television, his mouth open at the scene unfolding at Fashion Point Mall -- police tape, metal, skin, and chaos.
“Unbelievable!” he said to himself as the phone rang.
“Hey, are you watching the news?” Kyle asked. “Can you believe it?”
Just the day before, Jack and Kyle met for dinner -- and a few drinks.
“Stop being such a baby. If I were in that wheelchair, I wouldn’t be such a whiner,” Kyle had said.
“I dare you to spend the whole evening in a wheelchair.”
The deal was on. Heading to the mall, Kyle obtained a chair and proceeded to maneuver around the shops.
“Nothing to it,” he said. “I bet my grandma could do this blindfolded.”
“Tell me that after you take the stairs.”
Kyle headed to the escalator, ignoring the warning: Strollers and Wheelchairs Prohibited.
“Don’t do it Kyle. I was kidding.”
Jack felt helpless as he watched his best friend tumble to the bottom of the s
Laughing, Kyle stood, thankful for the beers that cushioned the fall.
A concerned crowd had gathered around him.
“I can walk,” Kyle yelled as he stood and pushed away the chair. “It’s a miracle!”
Jack’s attention turned back to the pretty reporter on the news
“…..two people are in critical condition and four others in serious condition after they rolled their wheelchairs down the escalator, apparently looking for a miracle. A man in his mid 20s was miraculously healed yesterday …..”