The world carried on just as before. Only without him. Helga brought the mail to his bedside – a postcard with quaint conical rooftops of gaily coloured tiles. He didn’t need to read it to know the sender – Donald. Donald was travelling again.
Rage filled him. Without legs he would never travel anywhere again. After the rage came despair.
“Take it a day at a time.” Helga patted his hand.
A groan welled up like a retch from an empty stomach and he turned his face towards the window. A sparrow on the sill cocked its head in reply.
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