No one knew who he was.
No one knew how long she had been sitting by that road.
The police asked me if I had seen anyone nearby, but all I had seen was the wheelchair, the rain and their still body.
Then, near dawn, he finally opened his eyes.
The nurse gently asked her what her name was.
The old woman whispered her name.
Shipments and Logistics
And the agents were paralyzed.
It had been missing for months.
But that's not what left everyone quiet.
When asked how he had ended up by that road, his eyes filled with tears and he began to tell a story so terrifying that no one in the room was able to move.
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To this day I remember the sound of the rain that night.
Hospital and treatment centres
It was not smooth or quiet.
It was intense, cold and heavy, hitting the windshield so hard that the road in front of me seemed to disappear under a river of black water.
He was returning home much later than usual and had taken a deserted rural road on the outskirts of town because he wanted to save time.
It was one of those roads that people avoided after dark.
No streetlights.
No houses.
People and society
No gas stations.
Nowhere to ask for help.
Just mud, tall grass, darkness and the lonely sound of rain hitting the car.
I was about to pass by.
That thought still wakes me up some nights.
If I had looked at my phone for a single second, if I had blinked at the wrong time or if my headlights had pointed just a little bit above, I would never have seen that wheelchair.
Cars and vehicles
At first, that was all I saw.
A strangely placed wheelchair next to the road, with wheels partially sunk in the mud while rain slipped by its metal structure.
I slowed down, confused, thinking someone had abandoned her because she was old or broken.
But then my headlights lit her up again.
And I saw a hand.
A small, thin hand.
