George thought to himself that the girl was pretty. He had noticed her before and she always came to the park on her own at the weekends, read her books, comics, watched the people in the park, drank her cup of coffee and left after an hour.
There was a younger group of boys playing football in the park close to where the young woman in the wheel-chair was sitting.
One of the boys hit the ball and it went up in the air and landed on the head of the woman, knocking off her spectacles to reveal her beautiful face, raven hair and brown eyes.
George moved as fast as he could in his wheel-chair, he had to find time to oil those wheels when he got back home after his Call-Centre job he thought to himself as he rushed to the aid of the young woman.
“Hi, are you okay?” asked George as he picke
