Runaway Wheelchair

The wheelchair fell off the porch and headed away from the house. It was facing backwards, rolling down the hill just barely staying upright as it wobbled over the various debris sprayed across the pavement. The chair took its course as it made its way down to the stop sign all the sudden tilting just enough to the right to provide itself with a new destination: The Creek. There was no one in the chair but I still felt inclined to chase after it. My tennis shoes rubbed against the concrete as my harsh footsteps and small stride attempted to keep up. The chair picked up speed as it arrived at the bottom only to plunge off the edge and into the cold water. All I could do was watch from the top as the wheel chair sunk into the murky water.