George’s joints creaked in complaint as he bent to pick up the jack.
Six-time club doubles champion, losing to some young enthusiast.
Not if Dotty was still with him. Inseparable in life, unstoppable together on the green.
Until the disease caught up with her.
“Stop moping, I’m not dead” she would snap crossly from her wheelchair, “just a little incapacitated!”
She was a firecracker.
They adjusted, as couples do.
But the Green never felt the same without her.
Another small loss.
George caught Dotty’s eye.
Wheelchair bound. Indomitable. Laughing.
Dotty was right. He smiled. Not death, just a little incapacitation.
Genre: Romance
Action: Bowling
Word: incapacitation







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