By Mr. Nick
At weekends, to give the illusion of being nice, we took elderly gentlemen out in their wheelchairs. We usually took them to the park. They liked that. But after a few weeks it all got a bit samey, so to liven things up, I suggested racing. After the count of three we pushed them around the park at breakneck speed. I was well ahead before misjudging a curb, sending mine flying through the air. I’d killed him! I just knew it! You okay? I gasped. Shall I get an ambulance? Get me up! he shouted. Quick! We’re going to lose!