The Same Chair, A Different Man
Weeks later, Walter returned to the diner.
Still with his cane.
Still moving slowly.
But no longer uncertain.
Cole was already there.
The chair across from him was already pulled out.
Walter smiled faintly and sat down.
“I eat three meals a day now.”
Cole nodded.
“Good.”
Walter glanced at the menu.
“I think I’ll have more than toast this time.”
Cole lifted his coffee slightly.
“That’s a good start.”
And in that quiet moment, something small became something life-changing.
A chair.
A choice.
A person who didn’t look away.
